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I just found some of my old notebooks. I have no idea how old I was, but considering how horrible the writing and grammar was... definitely young.

People always have those posts like, how old were you when you first started to enjoy Whump? This was an early, short story. I remember one other story that I had written. I actually deleted part of it before I had to read that in front of class because of how graphic it was. Please remember, I am now 29, this was at least elementary school.

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"Some Dogs Lives were saved by veternarians.

Some kids were playing rough with a little puppy and they had a knife. Before they started to stab the dog, I ran over there to stop and take that knife. Then, I started to poke them with the knife into...."

I don't know where this came from, what I was smoking, or how the teachers didn't request a psych eval on me, but this is definitely an early example of my whump realization.

Now I want to see if I can turn this into an actual story, just no harming actual animals. Sorry puppy.

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💚💚💚 love this

Horrible attempt at animation.

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I'm about to move to a different country to get away from my parents

I just don't trust parents who claim that the reason their kid is troubled is because they're "easily influenced". Like that's how all kids start out, they're naturally hardwired to be influenced by their surroundings so they'll learn to live in the society they are growing up in. What they are not naturally and instinctively prone to do is to bolt from their parents into the arms of strangers in hopes of finding support and safety. Funny that yours would do that.

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Happy Pride Month to all of you lovelies 💚💚💚

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Another beautiful picture by my friend @weirdthingweee

Tempest.

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This is so pretty, I love all of the colors

After the rain.

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Second part of taglist.

@whumpsandbumps @tobiasbones

@octopus-reactivated @string-of-broken-hearts

@kawaii-cakes-blog @phoenixpromptsandstuff

@alyscat @wil-o-the-wips

@eternal-pain-and-suffering @yonbwekh

@rosieposey-torturedpoet @turtlesnap1

@toothless18 @1-glitch-1

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Caretaker gave a warning glare to his friend as they snuck up behind Whumpee.

Tate lifted a finger to their lips to warn Caretaker to be quiet.

With the role of Caretaker's eyes, Tate thought they were free to scare Whumpee.

Whumpee jumped with a yelp, turned around, and slammed their fist into Tate's stomach.

"I give that a ten out of ten", Caretaker chuckled as they watched Tate fall to the ground.

Whumpee covered their mouth in shock.

"Tate, I am so sorry. You scared me", Whumpee gasped.

Tate grunted in pain as he rolled over, "oww, oww. Who taught you to punch like that?", he winced.

"I did", Caretaker smiled, "I told them if anyone tried to grab them, they were free to hit. Even if it was me. People who know Whumpee should know better than to scare them."

Tate staggered to their feet.

"I warned you not to do it, and you went ahead and did it", Caretaker walked over to Whumpee, "is your hand okay?"

"I think so", Whumpee showed their hand to Caretaker.

"Is no one concerned about me?", Tate groaned.

"Not really, I'd say that was well deserved", Caretaker turned, "but I guess I should ask since it's my job to be a caregiver.... are you okay?"

"I'm fine thanks", Tate grunted in annoyance, "glad you are so worried about me."

"I'm sorry Tate, I didn't mean to hurt you", Whumpee looked at them sadly, "honest, I really am sorry."

Tate sulked out of the kitchen to find a seat.

Whumpee made a concerned face, "I really didn't mean to Caretaker."

"You did nothing wrong, Whumpee. Tate shouldn't have scared you", Caretaker smiled and tried to comfort them, "they know what happened to you, and they should know better."

Whumpee looked down at their hands.

Later Caretaker went out to the living room and found Tate clutching a pillow.

"Why are you sulking when you caused the problem before hand... hmm", Caretaker sat down across from them.

"Don't start with me.... none of your Caretaker wisdom is needed right now", Tate sighed.

"Then I won't impart any wisdom to you, just a warning. You do any of that crap to Whumpee or any of my patients, that punch will feel like a mere tickle after I'm done with you", Caretaker warned.

"Threatening me Caretaker", Tate stated sarcastically.

"No, of course not. I'm promising you, I expect you to respect my patients and the care I give them", Caretaker frowned, "the people who come through my home have been through bad situations. They come here for me to take care of them and rehab them so they can get on with their lives and be okay. I don't need you ruining the work I do here."

Tate made an angry face.

"Okay", Caretaker sighed, "I can see I'm not getting through. Get out of my house, you may return when you are in a better mood. You've hurt Whumpee and I will expect an apology to them when you do return."

"Hurt them how? I got punched and no one batted an eye", Tate raised their voice.

"You got punched because you scared them. You got punched because there was a time someone grabbed them like that and didn't let go. They were kidnapped... you remember that right?", Caretaker stood and pointed at the dining room where Whumpee could be heard sobbing, "you hurt them because of how you reacted. You got punched. Give it a week and you'll be fine. You just brought back flashbacks of everything they went through. They are crying because of that and because they hurt you "

Tate's face changed in sudden realization.

"I see it's finally clicking", Caretaker sighed, "but you need to leave now. I have an upset patient, and you have not been helpful at all today."

"Can I apologi...."

"No, not right now, I want you to think about this. I don't want you to be able to waltz in there and give a half ass apology. Knowing Whumpee, they will be quick to forgive you", Caretaker pointed at them, "I want it to eat at you a little bit. You may come back tomorrow if you wish, and apologize then, but not now."

Tate groaned, "you're so difficult."

"Well, you gave me a lot more work to do today with what I need to do to settle Whumpee. So no, you get to have some guilt", Caretaker pointed at the door, "let me know by text when you decide to be safe around my patients. You'll be welcome to come back and apologize, and be in my home again."

Whumpee cried a little louder when they heard the door slam.

Caretaker came into the dining room, and walked around the table to Whumpee.

"I didn't mean to", Whumpee blubbered, "I don't want them mad at me."

"They are not mad at you. They realized what they did, and are sorry", Caretaker patted Whumpee's shoulder, "if anything they're mad at me."

"But why?", Whumpee whispered.

"Because I want them to think about what they did. They are sorry, but I want them to put some heart into their apology. You deserve that Whumpee", Caretaker sighed, "but don't worry, they're not mad at you, and they'll just have to get over it."

Tate lay in bed that night.

Caretaker was right, the guilt was eating them alive. They tossed and turned throughout the night.

By morning they were on their phone texting Caretaker.

"Yes you can come over a little after breakfast, around ten", Caretaker texted back.

Caretaker lead Tate into the living room and leaned against the door.

"Let Whumpee speak first then you can talk", Caretaker frowned, then nodded at Whumpee.

Whumpee made a worried face at Tate.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, but I don't like surprises like that", Whumpee frowned at Tate, "it is scary when someone grabs you... and....", Whumpee looked down, then quickly wiped a tear.

"You grabbed them where they have bruises", Caretaker leaned in, after watching Whumpee struggle.

Whumpee weakly nodded.

"I'm still not completely healed physically or mentally from what my captors did", Whumpee lifted their shirt up slightly to show the bruising, "my body and my brain won't let me forget, not yet at least", Whumpee whispered as they dropped their shirt.

Tate could see the dark bruising around Whumpee's stomach and side. It definitely looked as though the bruising continued up farther.

"Whumpee, I am so so so sorry for being dumb and doing that to you. I was attempting to have fun, but I did not take into account that my fun could hurt you. You did not deserve that, but you also did not deserve my attitude after you punched me. I absolutely deserved that", Tate turned to Caretaker, "I'm also sorry for my attitude toward you, I know you take your job very seriously. Your patients are your top priority, and you deserve that to be respected. I'm sorry for any trouble I caused for both of you."

Caretaker grinned slightly, "I see the guilt ate at you quite a lot."

Tate nodded as they rubbed their stomach, "I didn't get much sleep last night because of it."

"I can imagine", Caretaker stepped away, "I'll be right back."

Tate turned to Whumpee.

Whumpee was watching Tate rub their stomach. They gad a sad expression.

"Are you okay?", Tate frowned.

"I appreciate your apology, and...and of course I forgive you", Whumpee still looked at their stomach, "but, I know how it feels to be punched in the stomach. I'm so sorry for punching you."

"Eh, like I said, I deserved it... you didn't deserve your bruises", Tate watched Caretaker come back in carrying something, "what is that?"

"Just sit on the couch, let me work my Caretaker magic." Caretaker followed them to the couch and knelt in front of them, "lift your shirt for me", Caretaker started to take a cap off of a tube.

"What is that?", Tate frowned.

"We call it bruise goop. It helps reduce swelling and some pain from the bruise. It will also help the discoloration", Caretaker started to apply some.

"Discoloration? Whumpee's bruising is dark still", Tate pointed out.

"Should have seen it before I started using this cream", Caretaker sighed, "it's also old bruising it takes a little longer to heal."

"I caused that?", Whumpee frowned at the bruise.

"Yes you did", Caretaker grinned, "I still say it was a ten out ten."

Whumpee frowned, "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, I deserved it. Now we are twins for a while", Tate laughed.

Whumpee smiled weakly and nodded.

Caretaker finished with the medicine.

"There we go, you should be good as new in a week of so. If you need more of this, I have a bunch", Caretaker sighed, "you know where to find me."

"Yep, doing what you do best", Tate smiled.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@weirdthingweee @the-beasts-have-arrived

@sacredwrath @porschethemermaid

@monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz

@bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13

@notpeppermint @cyborg0109

@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots

@whumpbump @everythingsscary

@skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr

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@indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains

@risk606 @electrons2006

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@kaz-of-crows @mis-graves

@decaffeinatedtimetraveler94 @sausages-things

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@jasperthecapser @does-directions

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Caretaker gave a warning glare to his friend as they snuck up behind Whumpee.

Tate lifted a finger to their lips to warn Caretaker to be quiet.

With the role of Caretaker's eyes, Tate thought they were free to scare Whumpee.

Whumpee jumped with a yelp, turned around, and slammed their fist into Tate's stomach.

"I give that a ten out of ten", Caretaker chuckled as they watched Tate fall to the ground.

Whumpee covered their mouth in shock.

"Tate, I am so sorry. You scared me", Whumpee gasped.

Tate grunted in pain as he rolled over, "oww, oww. Who taught you to punch like that?", he winced.

"I did", Caretaker smiled, "I told them if anyone tried to grab them, they were free to hit. Even if it was me. People who know Whumpee should know better than to scare them."

Tate staggered to their feet.

"I warned you not to do it, and you went ahead and did it", Caretaker walked over to Whumpee, "is your hand okay?"

"I think so", Whumpee showed their hand to Caretaker.

"Is no one concerned about me?", Tate groaned.

"Not really, I'd say that was well deserved", Caretaker turned, "but I guess I should ask since it's my job to be a caregiver.... are you okay?"

"I'm fine thanks", Tate grunted in annoyance, "glad you are so worried about me."

"I'm sorry Tate, I didn't mean to hurt you", Whumpee looked at them sadly, "honest, I really am sorry."

Tate sulked out of the kitchen to find a seat.

Whumpee made a concerned face, "I really didn't mean to Caretaker."

"You did nothing wrong, Whumpee. Tate shouldn't have scared you", Caretaker smiled and tried to comfort them, "they know what happened to you, and they should know better."

Whumpee looked down at their hands.

Later Caretaker went out to the living room and found Tate clutching a pillow.

"Why are you sulking when you caused the problem before hand... hmm", Caretaker sat down across from them.

"Don't start with me.... none of your Caretaker wisdom is needed right now", Tate sighed.

"Then I won't impart any wisdom to you, just a warning. You do any of that crap to Whumpee or any of my patients, that punch will feel like a mere tickle after I'm done with you", Caretaker warned.

"Threatening me Caretaker", Tate stated sarcastically.

"No, of course not. I'm promising you, I expect you to respect my patients and the care I give them", Caretaker frowned, "the people who come through my home have been through bad situations. They come here for me to take care of them and rehab them so they can get on with their lives and be okay. I don't need you ruining the work I do here."

Tate made an angry face.

"Okay", Caretaker sighed, "I can see I'm not getting through. Get out of my house, you may return when you are in a better mood. You've hurt Whumpee and I will expect an apology to them when you do return."

"Hurt them how? I got punched and no one batted an eye", Tate raised their voice.

"You got punched because you scared them. You got punched because there was a time someone grabbed them like that and didn't let go. They were kidnapped... you remember that right?", Caretaker stood and pointed at the dining room where Whumpee could be heard sobbing, "you hurt them because of how you reacted. You got punched. Give it a week and you'll be fine. You just brought back flashbacks of everything they went through. They are crying because of that and because they hurt you "

Tate's face changed in sudden realization.

"I see it's finally clicking", Caretaker sighed, "but you need to leave now. I have an upset patient, and you have not been helpful at all today."

"Can I apologi...."

"No, not right now, I want you to think about this. I don't want you to be able to waltz in there and give a half ass apology. Knowing Whumpee, they will be quick to forgive you", Caretaker pointed at them, "I want it to eat at you a little bit. You may come back tomorrow if you wish, and apologize then, but not now."

Tate groaned, "you're so difficult."

"Well, you gave me a lot more work to do today with what I need to do to settle Whumpee. So no, you get to have some guilt", Caretaker pointed at the door, "let me know by text when you decide to be safe around my patients. You'll be welcome to come back and apologize, and be in my home again."

Whumpee cried a little louder when they heard the door slam.

Caretaker came into the dining room, and walked around the table to Whumpee.

"I didn't mean to", Whumpee blubbered, "I don't want them mad at me."

"They are not mad at you. They realized what they did, and are sorry", Caretaker patted Whumpee's shoulder, "if anything they're mad at me."

"But why?", Whumpee whispered.

"Because I want them to think about what they did. They are sorry, but I want them to put some heart into their apology. You deserve that Whumpee", Caretaker sighed, "but don't worry, they're not mad at you, and they'll just have to get over it."

Tate lay in bed that night.

Caretaker was right, the guilt was eating them alive. They tossed and turned throughout the night.

By morning they were on their phone texting Caretaker.

"Yes you can come over a little after breakfast, around ten", Caretaker texted back.

Caretaker lead Tate into the living room and leaned against the door.

"Let Whumpee speak first then you can talk", Caretaker frowned, then nodded at Whumpee.

Whumpee made a worried face at Tate.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, but I don't like surprises like that", Whumpee frowned at Tate, "it is scary when someone grabs you... and....", Whumpee looked down, then quickly wiped a tear.

"You grabbed them where they have bruises", Caretaker leaned in, after watching Whumpee struggle.

Whumpee weakly nodded.

"I'm still not completely healed physically or mentally from what my captors did", Whumpee lifted their shirt up slightly to show the bruising, "my body and my brain won't let me forget, not yet at least", Whumpee whispered as they dropped their shirt.

Tate could see the dark bruising around Whumpee's stomach and side. It definitely looked as though the bruising continued up farther.

"Whumpee, I am so so so sorry for being dumb and doing that to you. I was attempting to have fun, but I did not take into account that my fun could hurt you. You did not deserve that, but you also did not deserve my attitude after you punched me. I absolutely deserved that", Tate turned to Caretaker, "I'm also sorry for my attitude toward you, I know you take your job very seriously. Your patients are your top priority, and you deserve that to be respected. I'm sorry for any trouble I caused for both of you."

Caretaker grinned slightly, "I see the guilt ate at you quite a lot."

Tate nodded as they rubbed their stomach, "I didn't get much sleep last night because of it."

"I can imagine", Caretaker stepped away, "I'll be right back."

Tate turned to Whumpee.

Whumpee was watching Tate rub their stomach. They gad a sad expression.

"Are you okay?", Tate frowned.

"I appreciate your apology, and...and of course I forgive you", Whumpee still looked at their stomach, "but, I know how it feels to be punched in the stomach. I'm so sorry for punching you."

"Eh, like I said, I deserved it... you didn't deserve your bruises", Tate watched Caretaker come back in carrying something, "what is that?"

"Just sit on the couch, let me work my Caretaker magic." Caretaker followed them to the couch and knelt in front of them, "lift your shirt for me", Caretaker started to take a cap off of a tube.

"What is that?", Tate frowned.

"We call it bruise goop. It helps reduce swelling and some pain from the bruise. It will also help the discoloration", Caretaker started to apply some.

"Discoloration? Whumpee's bruising is dark still", Tate pointed out.

"Should have seen it before I started using this cream", Caretaker sighed, "it's also old bruising it takes a little longer to heal."

"I caused that?", Whumpee frowned at the bruise.

"Yes you did", Caretaker grinned, "I still say it was a ten out ten."

Whumpee frowned, "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, I deserved it. Now we are twins for a while", Tate laughed.

Whumpee smiled weakly and nodded.

Caretaker finished with the medicine.

"There we go, you should be good as new in a week of so. If you need more of this, I have a bunch", Caretaker sighed, "you know where to find me."

"Yep, doing what you do best", Tate smiled.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@weirdthingweee @the-beasts-have-arrived

@sacredwrath @porschethemermaid

@monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz

@bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13

@notpeppermint @cyborg0109

@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots

@whumpbump @everythingsscary

@skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr

@theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee

@candleshopmenace @whumpanthems

@lavndvrr @ivymyers

@starfields08000 @a-living-canvas

@lumpofsand @watermeezer

@indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains

@risk606 @electrons2006

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@valravnthefrenchie @glennemerald

@jasperthecapser @does-directions

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@mylifeisonthebookshelf @thenormalestever

@whatwhump @galatic-worm

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Second part of Taglist.

@whumpsandbumps @tobiasbones

@octopus-reactivated @string-of-broken-hearts

@kawaii-cakes-blog @phoenixpromptsandstuff

@alyscat @wil-o-the-wips

@eternal-pain-and-suffering @yonbwekh

@rosieposey-torturedpoet @turtlesnap1

@toothless18 @1-glitch-1

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Whump Dialogue

"Strip."

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So many stories can come from one single word. 😏Tee-hee

Warning: Subjects of throwing up. I've had this in my drafts for months... sighs dramatically.

"Strip", Whumper glared, "now!"

Whumpee shook as they stood on the bathroom floor and started to pull down their pants.

"I-I'm sorry Master, I di...didn't mean to", Whumpee struggled to pull their shirt above their head.

"I didn't tell you to talk... I told you to strip", Whumper frowned, "here", Whumper pulled out a knife, causing Whumpee to cower away.

"Just hold still, I guess there is no saving this shirt. Now I'll have to waste more money to get a new one. Unless you just walked around naked", Whumper sighed as they cut the shirt off of Whumpee.

Whumpee sniffled a little as they tried to hold back tears.

"You know, normally people try to find a trash can or a bucket when they need to puke.... a toilet even", Whumper threw the pieces of shirt on the floor, "they don't normally use their shirt to catch it."

Whumpee nodded weakly, "it came up really fast", Whumpee whispered, "I-I didn't know what else to do."

"Were you not feeling well?", Whumper turned to the tub and started to turn the water on.

"I was okay, then my stomach felt icky for a few seconds before I threw up", Whumpee looked down, "are you mad at me?", Whumpee felt a tear fall down their cheek, "I'm really sorry."

"Not exactly happy with the situation and the mess", Whumper sighed, "but unfortunately throwing up does happen. So I'm not mad at you."

Whumpee watched as Whumper felt the water temperature.

"Go ahead and soak in that for a while. Then get cleaned up. If you could try your best to make it to the toilet or the trash next time you need to puke, that would be greatly appreciated", Whumper grabbed the clothes, "I'm just going to throw these away. I guess I'll get you some new ones. A waste of money. I guess you've had these for a while though."

Whumpee nodded, "I'm sorry Master."

Whumper finished cleaning up and went into his kitchen. He frowned when he saw a half cup of milk on the counter.

"I haven't bought milk in a while.... where did they find this", Whumper smelt the cup contents, "crap, it's soured."

They heard Whumpee throw up again in the bathroom.

Whumper carried the cup back to the bathroom.

Whumpee was standing butt naked in front of the toilet. Water dripped onto the floor.

"My, you are causing a mess of my house today", Whumper sighed.

"I-I'm sorry Master. I-I don't know what's happening... I-I don't feel good", Whumpee winced.

"I think I have an idea", Whumper held up the cup, "is this yours?"

"Y-yes Master, I apologize, was I not supposed to drink it", Whumpee looked down at themself and tried to cover their private areas.

"Don't bother, I've seen it all already", Whumper sighed, "doesn't bother me to see that. I don't care if it bothers you."

Whumpee nodded and looked down in embarrassment.

"So this is spoiled. I'm not a doctor... just a hunch", Whumper's jaw clenched as they spoke, "you probably got food poisoning from drinking this."

"Food.... poisoning?", Whumpee looked at the cup questioningly.

"Yes when food spoils you chance getting really sick if you take in the wrong bacteria", Whumper turned, "you really couldn't tell something was wrong by smelling it?"

"I... I was trying to get a quick drink before you needed me again. You called, I took a big drink and hurried to you. I didn't have time to smell it, I didn't know I needed to", Whumpee rubbed their stomach, "I feel icky."

Whumper set the cup down, "get back into the tub and soak. I'll get a few things ready for you."

"Master, what do you mean?", Whumpee shook weakly as they climbed into the tub again.

"There is no way around food poisoning, you have to ride this out", Whumper looked back at them, "I really wish you had asked about drinking the milk you found in the back of the fridge. This is going to cost me even more money."

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother you", Whumpee looked up at Whumper after lowering into the tub, "I was trying to be quick about it."

"I'm going to get the couch set up... I won't force you to work while you feel like this. Plus. I don't want you to throw up everywhere", Whumper started to leave the bathroom, "honestly."

"I'm sorry", Whumpee whispered after them.

Whumper sighed when they heard Whumpee throw up again.

"This is going to be a long day", Whumper mumbled under their breath.

Their couch was covered in plastic... along with the floor. A bucket with bags sat nearby for easy access.

"Whumpee, come on", Whumper ordered.

Whumpee cautiously left the bathroom and hurried to Whumper.

"Lay down there", Whumper pointed and watched Whumpee get situated.

"You're allowing me onto the couch?", Whumpee whispered.

"Don't get used to it", Whumper sighed, "I just don't know where else to put you."

Whumpee nodded.

"Keep your butt on the padding there, just in case anything comes out that end while you're throwing up. Do not leave this area without the bucket, and you had better have a good reason to be leaving this area."

Whumpee nodded quickly, "thankyou master. I appreciate your caring for me."

"Trust me, it's not by choice", Whumper grumbled.

Whumpee looked down sadly, "I understand."

Whumper took a deep breath and exhaled their frustration, "I'm sorry, I know you didn't mean to get sick, just... try to get some rest. I suppose you'll need it."

Whumpee smiled weakly, "thankyou Master."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@weirdthingweee @the-beasts-have-arrived

@sacredwrath @porschethemermaid

@monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz

@bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13

@notpeppermint @cyborg0109

@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots

@whumpbump @everythingsscary

@skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr

@theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee

@candleshopmenace @whumpanthems

@lavndvrr @ivymyers

@starfields08000 @a-living-canvas

@lumpofsand @watermeezer

@indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains

@risk606 @electrons2006

@paperprinxe @whumprince

@kaz-of-crows @mis-graves

@decaffeinatedtimetraveler94 @sausages-things

@isikedmyself878 @daffyduckcommittedtaxfraud

@valravnthefrenchie @glennemerald

@jasperthecapser @does-directions

@jumpywhumpywriter @blackbirdsinatrenchcoat

@mylifeisonthebookshelf @thenormalestever

@whatwhump @galatic-worm

@starmoon-constellation @bacillusinfection

Whump Dialogue

"Strip."

[mj-iza-writer]

Second part of taglist.

@whumpsandbumps @tobiasbones

@octopus-reactivated @string-of-broken-hearts

@kawaii-cakes-blog @phoenixpromptsandstuff

@alyscat @wil-o-the-wips

@eternal-pain-and-suffering @yonbwekh

@rosieposey-torturedpoet @turtlesnap1

@toothless18 @1-glitch-1

@whump-till-ya-jump

W355 sat in the kitchen. It rubbed its hands together in preparation and excitement to start its afternoon snack when its new handler came in.

It jumped to attention.... knocking half of its snack onto the floor.

It hoped their handler didn't see that. It would quickly clean the mess up once the handler left the room.

"Oh hey, this is W355, they are another rescue that calls this lab their home", its handler smiled, "at ease W355, oh, uh-oh", the handler saw the mess.

"It is so sorry", W355 scrambled to start cleaning, "I-It can clean it."

"Here, I'll help", the handler knelt down.

W355 watched in shock for a second before they started cleaning. It was always shocked when this person helped them. Its old handler would be forcing W355 to clean the mess with its mouth.

"A good weapon should never be seen or heard... should never be noticed until it is needed by its handler", its trainer's voice yelled in its head.

Caretaker noticed W355's anxiety was spiking.

"Hey, its okay", Caretaker whispered, "we all make messes. That why they give us a ton of cleaning equipment."

W355 nodded.

"We are having a new rescue brought in today. They are not a human weapon like you, but they were found in an illegal lab. I'm showing this person around. They are the caregiver for Berries, who will be the new rescue."

"Human weapons?", the person questioned judgementally.

"Yes Ms. Holyoke. W355 is a highly trained weapon. They were rescued from a secret base. They trained several hundreds of these poor people to carry out their deeds. I'll explain a little more in time."

W355 stood next to Caretaker while several people brought in loads of boxes.

"It can help them", W355 seemed like they were questioning.

"No no", Caretaker responded, "you injured your arm remember. All of them are being paid to help move Ms. Holyoke and Berries in."

"Handler, it wishes to serve and be helpful", W355 frowned.

"Then serve and help me by not getting injured. That way, I don't have to puzzle through what you injured again", Caretaker turned, "come on you do need to take your medicine and breathing treatment though."

"Yes handler", W355 watched the movers for a few seconds before following Caretaker.

Caretaker hooked up the breathing treatment and handed the oxygen mask to W355.

"Alright, thirty minutes on that to help your lungs. I'm going to draw up your injections" Caretaker turned to their computer and pulled up W355's chart.

"Ah, there you are", someone called from the door startling W355.

"Here I am", Caretaker didn't look up.

"Berries wanted to meet you and W3... does he not have a real name?", Ms. Holyoke frowned.

"Pronouns are it or they. That is what W355 prefers to go by, we ask that you respect that. As for their name, that is also what they want to go by. It's their serial number as a weapon. They worked hard to receive it", Caretaker sighed, "you don't have to understand it, but you do have to respect it. Welcome to the controlled chaos that is my lab."

Ms. Holyoke rolled their eyes.

"I saw that", Caretaker pulled out several viles of medicine, "like I said... when I agreed to allow Berries to stay here. My lab is a safe place for the patients. It's the caregivers who often get testy with me. They learn soon enough that there is a method to my madness though."

"Is there?", Ms. Holyoke turns to W355, "what is all of this then?"

"They need breathing treatments for their lungs. They were rescued from a fire, which is how we found out about the organization they came from. They were trapped in the fire for a long time, ultimately deciding it was their time to die. A firefighter found them and got them out", Caretaker continued drawing doses of medicine.

"Handler, permission to train in the gym after you finish", W355 pulled the mask aside.

"Permission granted, just please be careful", Caretaker sighed.

"Handler?", Ms. Holyoke frowned.

"Again it has to do with the human weapon thing. They don't feel comfortable calling me Caretaker so they wanted to call me that", Caretaker cleaned a spot on W355's upper arm, "I'm going to start administering these alright."

W355 nodded.

Berries watched sadly, "does that hurt? It always hurts me."

"I've had worse", W355 sighed, "they are gentle as well. I would definitely recommend having Handler do any of your medicine for you."

"I'll manage just fine", Ms. Holyoke stated matter of factly.

Caretaker looked up at W355. They saw a small twinge of sadness in their face. Easily missed as W355 was good at hiding.

"You know Ms. Holyoke. I'm going to come right out and say it, you're prude and already on my nerves. I decided that a little earlier. You and Berries are guests here, and I know my lab is the safest place for Berries. Just like it's the safest place for W355. You can be rude to me all you want, but you may not be rude to W355 or any of the patients and their caregivers", Caretaker turned to grab a bandaid, "I have not been rude to Berries once since you both started moving in today, and I've tried to be civil with you. I expect you to fall in line with my rules by the end of this week."

W355 worked in the gym for a while. They were using minor impact exercises so not to injure themself again.

Berries came in and stood beside the door for a few minutes.

"Everything okay?", W355 wanted to try to make friends. They didn't have many of those, they hoped Berries might be a good candidate.

"Yes... I was hoping to play in here with you", Berries looked around excitedly.

"Oh, uh, training equipment shouldn't be played with. You could get injured", W355 watched as Berries reached down and picked up a circular weight.

The weight slid from their finger and pinched a different finger against the floor.

Berries squealed in pain.

W355 couldn't even respond before Ms. Holyoke ran in.

"What did you do?", Ms. Holyoke yelled at W355 before going to Berries.

W355 backed away from them, "I-I didn't... do anything", they shook.

"I can see that... some weapon or whatever you call yourself. They get injured and you can't even help them", Ms. Holyoke spoke over her shoulder as they examined Berries' finger.

W355's flight response was triggered, they took off running.

They even ran past Caretaker in the hall.

"W355 what happene...", they yelled. Ms. Holyoke came out of the gym with Berries, a displeased scowl stared at Caretaker.

"Care to explain", Caretaker sighed in frustration.

"Berries went in there to watch. Your friend there let her get her finger pinched under the weight. Then when I got after them they took off running... some weapon if you ask me", Ms. Holyoke stuck her nose up.

"You got after....", Caretaker started to step toward them.

"Wait that's not what happened at all", Berries looked up at Ms. Holyoke, "they warned me that I could get injured, but I didn't listen. I was curious. I haven't seen those heavy things before... I didn't know it could hurt me like that. It's not their fault."

Caretaker made a frustrated sigh, "I'm going to go check on W355. There are ice packs in the med carts. Thankyou Berries for being honest", they glared at Ms. Holyoke, "I am considering taking away my invitation for you to be housed here though."

"Where will we go then?", Ms. Holyoke seemed dumbfounded.

"Not them... you", Caretaker turned and walked away.

Caretaker climbed up a ladder into a treehouse type lookout.

They could hear quiet sobs.

"W355, you up here?", Caretaker whispered.

"I-I didn't mean t-to let them get injured... I-I promise", W355 turned and hid their face, "I-I blacked out when they screamed... I-I didn't...", they tried to catch their breath in between sobs.

"W355 no one of any importance is mad at you right now... Ms. Holyoke can screw off", Caretaker sat down next to them, "you couldn't control what happened, and we know you have trauma responses when people get injured. It was outside of your control. Ms. Holyoke isn't as nice as they seemed on paper."

W355 sighed, "I was trying to make a friend and I ruined it, I ruin everything... I'm only good for destruction. Why even try anymore."

"W355, Berries told me exactly what happened. A good friend warns someone if something could happen. You did what you could to help", Caretaker smiled, "I think this is all so new for Berries, they don't seem to know a lot... plus, they are very curious. You did very good."

"I did?", W355 perked up slightly.

"Yes", Caretaker patted their shoulder, "you can hang out here as long as you like. I'll call you for dinner."

Caretaker walked past the apartment where Ms. Holyoke and Berries stayed.

Berries could be heard crying from the inside.

"Hold still, it hurts worse when you move", Ms. Holyoke scolded.

**KNOCK, knock**

"What?", Ms. Holyoke yelled.

Caretaker opened the door.

"I apologize, I was walking by and realized I had forgotten to inform you of when dinner was served. It is almost time", Caretaker glanced at the medicine and needles covering the floor, "you know, I can show you an easier way to establish medicine. It works very well..."

"I can manage just fine... thankyou", Ms. Holyoke frowned in irritation.

Berries sniffled and looked at Caretaker pleadingly.

"It would also make it less painful", Caretaker sighed, "not to question your care style, but it almost like you don't know how to administer injections, or that you actually enjoy causing pain."

"Leave!", Ms. Holyoke hissed.

Caretaker looked at Berries sadly before turning, "let me know if you need my assistance."

"Excuse me?", Berries cautiously knocked on Caretaker's door.

Caretaker looked up from their work and smiled comfortingly.

"Hello Berries, it's a little late to be up", Caretaker side eyed a clock, "is everything alright?"

Berries made a frightened face.

"Berries, you can tell me anything you need. I will help you as much as I can", Caretaker stood, "are you afraid of something?"

Berries nodded.

"Are they in the hall?", Caretaker went over to the door and peaked out quickly.

"I-I uhm, I want you to be my caregiver", Berries' eyes widened, "I-I think Ms. Holyoke... I think she wants to hurt me. Just like you said earlier."

Caretaker quickly closed their door and locked it.

Berries nervously watched as Caretaker went back to their desk.

"A-am I in trouble", Berries worriedly questioned as Caretaker reached for their phone.

"No, my dear. Quite the contrary", Caretaker smiled comfortingly, "yes, please arrest Ms. Holyoke, and bring them to the interrogation room. I have reason to believe they are abusing their charge. Yes, Code 3-11."

"Do we take Berries with Holyoke?"

"No, they requested me to be their caregiver. I will take on responsibility for them now", Caretaker looked at the computer, "I believe Holyoke should be taken away from this place.... to keep Berries and the rest of us safe. I will examine Berries to ensure there is no tracking device. I will also need their medical documentation", Caretaker sighed. "I can't believe this went on as long as it did. Berries was unsafe in my lab.... that makes me very irritated."

The group nodded in understanding, "we will continue communication with this person Holyoke is talking to. Acting like nothing has changed. Hopefully it will lead us to other researchers, and hopefully we can save some more test subjects."

Caretaker nodded in agreement.

"I know you're feeling disgusted by this happening, and I understand, but it was 24 hours. It really wasn't that long", someone spoke up.

"This shouldn't have happened at all", Caretaker sighed in frustration, "it wasn't just 24 hours for Berries. They were with Ms. Holyoke way longer than they should have beem. Whoever let this slide has a lot of answering to do."

The group nodded.

"That is why... they are staying with me as well. I want to insure they are safe", Caretaker clenched their jaw, "my lab is a safe place, and it will stay that way."

W355 helped Berries lift a weight up.

"You did it", W355 smiled, "you... did... good."

"Thankyou W355. I never was allowed to do stuff like this", Berries smiled, "it makes me feel strong. Like I can do anything."

"I'm glad", W355 smiled, "I want you to feel like you can take care of yourself, but I will protect from everything else."

Berries beamed, then looked around, "I wish Caretaker could see this."

"We can show them later if you like", W355 looked at the door, "they've been dealing with Ms. Holyoke."

"Berries and W355, please make your way to Caretaker's office for medication and care procedures", a voice ordered over the speaker system.

"Come one", Berries jumped up quickly.

"Berries, I want you to understand a few things", Caretaker finished setting up W355's breathing treatment. Then sat down to a tray of medications.

"We believe Ms. Holyoke was a researcher from the lab you came from. One you may never have met before", Caretaker frowned and looked over the medicine they had to give Berries, "I believe some of this medicine is part of the experiments you were part of. Unfortunately, I can't just take it away. I may injure you worse by stopping the medications. Myself and other scientists here are researching the medicine now. We want to know what it is, what it is being used for, and if it's safe to take you off of. Once all of this is figured out, we will progressively cut the medicine over time so you don't get sick or go through withdrawals."

Berries looked at W355 then back at Caretaker.

"Do you have any questions?", Caretaker smiled comfortingly.

"No, I-I trust you, uhm, will you tell me when you do the poke", Berries whimpered, "it hurts a lot."

"Well Berries, I'm actually already done", Caretaker cleaned and bandaged the arm, "I find using distractions helps with medicine. Plus, I'm really really good at giving injections"

Berries looked at the bandage in shock, "that didn't hurt at all."

Caretaker grinned, "that is a high compliment. Maybe over time, you won't have to get any injections at all. I'm sure that will make you really happy, but until then, I'll make sure that you are safe and as pain-free as possible."

Berries' eyes sparkled as she looked at W355.

"What?", W355 smiled.

"Safety feel good", Berries smiled gratefully as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I'm glad", Caretaker smiled.

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[mj-iza-writer]

W355 sat in the kitchen. It rubbed its hands together in preparation and excitement to start its afternoon snack when its new handler came in.

It jumped to attention.... knocking half of its snack onto the floor.

It hoped their handler didn't see that. It would quickly clean the mess up once the handler left the room.

"Oh hey, this is W355, they are another rescue that calls this lab their home", its handler smiled, "at ease W355, oh, uh-oh", the handler saw the mess.

"It is so sorry", W355 scrambled to start cleaning, "I-It can clean it."

"Here, I'll help", the handler knelt down.

W355 watched in shock for a second before they started cleaning. It was always shocked when this person helped them. Its old handler would be forcing W355 to clean the mess with its mouth.

"A good weapon should never be seen or heard... should never be noticed until it is needed by its handler", its trainer's voice yelled in its head.

Caretaker noticed W355's anxiety was spiking.

"Hey, its okay", Caretaker whispered, "we all make messes. That why they give us a ton of cleaning equipment."

W355 nodded.

"We are having a new rescue brought in today. They are not a human weapon like you, but they were found in an illegal lab. I'm showing this person around. They are the caregiver for Berries, who will be the new rescue."

"Human weapons?", the person questioned judgementally.

"Yes Ms. Holyoke. W355 is a highly trained weapon. They were rescued from a secret base. They trained several hundreds of these poor people to carry out their deeds. I'll explain a little more in time."

W355 stood next to Caretaker while several people brought in loads of boxes.

"It can help them", W355 seemed like they were questioning.

"No no", Caretaker responded, "you injured your arm remember. All of them are being paid to help move Ms. Holyoke and Berries in."

"Handler, it wishes to serve and be helpful", W355 frowned.

"Then serve and help me by not getting injured. That way, I don't have to puzzle through what you injured again", Caretaker turned, "come on you do need to take your medicine and breathing treatment though."

"Yes handler", W355 watched the movers for a few seconds before following Caretaker.

Caretaker hooked up the breathing treatment and handed the oxygen mask to W355.

"Alright, thirty minutes on that to help your lungs. I'm going to draw up your injections" Caretaker turned to their computer and pulled up W355's chart.

"Ah, there you are", someone called from the door startling W355.

"Here I am", Caretaker didn't look up.

"Berries wanted to meet you and W3... does he not have a real name?", Ms. Holyoke frowned.

"Pronouns are it or they. That is what W355 prefers to go by, we ask that you respect that. As for their name, that is also what they want to go by. It's their serial number as a weapon. They worked hard to receive it", Caretaker sighed, "you don't have to understand it, but you do have to respect it. Welcome to the controlled chaos that is my lab."

Ms. Holyoke rolled their eyes.

"I saw that", Caretaker pulled out several viles of medicine, "like I said... when I agreed to allow Berries to stay here. My lab is a safe place for the patients. It's the caregivers who often get testy with me. They learn soon enough that there is a method to my madness though."

"Is there?", Ms. Holyoke turns to W355, "what is all of this then?"

"They need breathing treatments for their lungs. They were rescued from a fire, which is how we found out about the organization they came from. They were trapped in the fire for a long time, ultimately deciding it was their time to die. A firefighter found them and got them out", Caretaker continued drawing doses of medicine.

"Handler, permission to train in the gym after you finish", W355 pulled the mask aside.

"Permission granted, just please be careful", Caretaker sighed.

"Handler?", Ms. Holyoke frowned.

"Again it has to do with the human weapon thing. They don't feel comfortable calling me Caretaker so they wanted to call me that", Caretaker cleaned a spot on W355's upper arm, "I'm going to start administering these alright."

W355 nodded.

Berries watched sadly, "does that hurt? It always hurts me."

"I've had worse", W355 sighed, "they are gentle as well. I would definitely recommend having Handler do any of your medicine for you."

"I'll manage just fine", Ms. Holyoke stated matter of factly.

Caretaker looked up at W355. They saw a small twinge of sadness in their face. Easily missed as W355 was good at hiding.

"You know Ms. Holyoke. I'm going to come right out and say it, you're prude and already on my nerves. I decided that a little earlier. You and Berries are guests here, and I know my lab is the safest place for Berries. Just like it's the safest place for W355. You can be rude to me all you want, but you may not be rude to W355 or any of the patients and their caregivers", Caretaker turned to grab a bandaid, "I have not been rude to Berries once since you both started moving in today, and I've tried to be civil with you. I expect you to fall in line with my rules by the end of this week."

W355 worked in the gym for a while. They were using minor impact exercises so not to injure themself again.

Berries came in and stood beside the door for a few minutes.

"Everything okay?", W355 wanted to try to make friends. They didn't have many of those, they hoped Berries might be a good candidate.

"Yes... I was hoping to play in here with you", Berries looked around excitedly.

"Oh, uh, training equipment shouldn't be played with. You could get injured", W355 watched as Berries reached down and picked up a circular weight.

The weight slid from their finger and pinched a different finger against the floor.

Berries squealed in pain.

W355 couldn't even respond before Ms. Holyoke ran in.

"What did you do?", Ms. Holyoke yelled at W355 before going to Berries.

W355 backed away from them, "I-I didn't... do anything", they shook.

"I can see that... some weapon or whatever you call yourself. They get injured and you can't even help them", Ms. Holyoke spoke over her shoulder as they examined Berries' finger.

W355's flight response was triggered, they took off running.

They even ran past Caretaker in the hall.

"W355 what happene...", they yelled. Ms. Holyoke came out of the gym with Berries, a displeased scowl stared at Caretaker.

"Care to explain", Caretaker sighed in frustration.

"Berries went in there to watch. Your friend there let her get her finger pinched under the weight. Then when I got after them they took off running... some weapon if you ask me", Ms. Holyoke stuck her nose up.

"You got after....", Caretaker started to step toward them.

"Wait that's not what happened at all", Berries looked up at Ms. Holyoke, "they warned me that I could get injured, but I didn't listen. I was curious. I haven't seen those heavy things before... I didn't know it could hurt me like that. It's not their fault."

Caretaker made a frustrated sigh, "I'm going to go check on W355. There are ice packs in the med carts. Thankyou Berries for being honest", they glared at Ms. Holyoke, "I am considering taking away my invitation for you to be housed here though."

"Where will we go then?", Ms. Holyoke seemed dumbfounded.

"Not them... you", Caretaker turned and walked away.

Caretaker climbed up a ladder into a treehouse type lookout.

They could hear quiet sobs.

"W355, you up here?", Caretaker whispered.

"I-I didn't mean t-to let them get injured... I-I promise", W355 turned and hid their face, "I-I blacked out when they screamed... I-I didn't...", they tried to catch their breath in between sobs.

"W355 no one of any importance is mad at you right now... Ms. Holyoke can screw off", Caretaker sat down next to them, "you couldn't control what happened, and we know you have trauma responses when people get injured. It was outside of your control. Ms. Holyoke isn't as nice as they seemed on paper."

W355 sighed, "I was trying to make a friend and I ruined it, I ruin everything... I'm only good for destruction. Why even try anymore."

"W355, Berries told me exactly what happened. A good friend warns someone if something could happen. You did what you could to help", Caretaker smiled, "I think this is all so new for Berries, they don't seem to know a lot... plus, they are very curious. You did very good."

"I did?", W355 perked up slightly.

"Yes", Caretaker patted their shoulder, "you can hang out here as long as you like. I'll call you for dinner."

Caretaker walked past the apartment where Ms. Holyoke and Berries stayed.

Berries could be heard crying from the inside.

"Hold still, it hurts worse when you move", Ms. Holyoke scolded.

**KNOCK, knock**

"What?", Ms. Holyoke yelled.

Caretaker opened the door.

"I apologize, I was walking by and realized I had forgotten to inform you of when dinner was served. It is almost time", Caretaker glanced at the medicine and needles covering the floor, "you know, I can show you an easier way to establish medicine. It works very well..."

"I can manage just fine... thankyou", Ms. Holyoke frowned in irritation.

Berries sniffled and looked at Caretaker pleadingly.

"It would also make it less painful", Caretaker sighed, "not to question your care style, but it almost like you don't know how to administer injections, or that you actually enjoy causing pain."

"Leave!", Ms. Holyoke hissed.

Caretaker looked at Berries sadly before turning, "let me know if you need my assistance."

"Excuse me?", Berries cautiously knocked on Caretaker's door.

Caretaker looked up from their work and smiled comfortingly.

"Hello Berries, it's a little late to be up", Caretaker side eyed a clock, "is everything alright?"

Berries made a frightened face.

"Berries, you can tell me anything you need. I will help you as much as I can", Caretaker stood, "are you afraid of something?"

Berries nodded.

"Are they in the hall?", Caretaker went over to the door and peaked out quickly.

"I-I uhm, I want you to be my caregiver", Berries' eyes widened, "I-I think Ms. Holyoke... I think she wants to hurt me. Just like you said earlier."

Caretaker quickly closed their door and locked it.

Berries nervously watched as Caretaker went back to their desk.

"A-am I in trouble", Berries worriedly questioned as Caretaker reached for their phone.

"No, my dear. Quite the contrary", Caretaker smiled comfortingly, "yes, please arrest Ms. Holyoke, and bring them to the interrogation room. I have reason to believe they are abusing their charge. Yes, Code 3-11."

"Do we take Berries with Holyoke?"

"No, they requested me to be their caregiver. I will take on responsibility for them now", Caretaker looked at the computer, "I believe Holyoke should be taken away from this place.... to keep Berries and the rest of us safe. I will examine Berries to ensure there is no tracking device. I will also need their medical documentation", Caretaker sighed. "I can't believe this went on as long as it did. Berries was unsafe in my lab.... that makes me very irritated."

The group nodded in understanding, "we will continue communication with this person Holyoke is talking to. Acting like nothing has changed. Hopefully it will lead us to other researchers, and hopefully we can save some more test subjects."

Caretaker nodded in agreement.

"I know you're feeling disgusted by this happening, and I understand, but it was 24 hours. It really wasn't that long", someone spoke up.

"This shouldn't have happened at all", Caretaker sighed in frustration, "it wasn't just 24 hours for Berries. They were with Ms. Holyoke way longer than they should have beem. Whoever let this slide has a lot of answering to do."

The group nodded.

"That is why... they are staying with me as well. I want to insure they are safe", Caretaker clenched their jaw, "my lab is a safe place, and it will stay that way."

W355 helped Berries lift a weight up.

"You did it", W355 smiled, "you... did... good."

"Thankyou W355. I never was allowed to do stuff like this", Berries smiled, "it makes me feel strong. Like I can do anything."

"I'm glad", W355 smiled, "I want you to feel like you can take care of yourself, but I will protect from everything else."

Berries beamed, then looked around, "I wish Caretaker could see this."

"We can show them later if you like", W355 looked at the door, "they've been dealing with Ms. Holyoke."

"Berries and W355, please make your way to Caretaker's office for medication and care procedures", a voice ordered over the speaker system.

"Come one", Berries jumped up quickly.

"Berries, I want you to understand a few things", Caretaker finished setting up W355's breathing treatment. Then sat down to a tray of medications.

"We believe Ms. Holyoke was a researcher from the lab you came from. One you may never have met before", Caretaker frowned and looked over the medicine they had to give Berries, "I believe some of this medicine is part of the experiments you were part of. Unfortunately, I can't just take it away. I may injure you worse by stopping the medications. Myself and other scientists here are researching the medicine now. We want to know what it is, what it is being used for, and if it's safe to take you off of. Once all of this is figured out, we will progressively cut the medicine over time so you don't get sick or go through withdrawals."

Berries looked at W355 then back at Caretaker.

"Do you have any questions?", Caretaker smiled comfortingly.

"No, I-I trust you, uhm, will you tell me when you do the poke", Berries whimpered, "it hurts a lot."

"Well Berries, I'm actually already done", Caretaker cleaned and bandaged the arm, "I find using distractions helps with medicine. Plus, I'm really really good at giving injections"

Berries looked at the bandage in shock, "that didn't hurt at all."

Caretaker grinned, "that is a high compliment. Maybe over time, you won't have to get any injections at all. I'm sure that will make you really happy, but until then, I'll make sure that you are safe and as pain-free as possible."

Berries' eyes sparkled as she looked at W355.

"What?", W355 smiled.

"Safety feel good", Berries smiled gratefully as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I'm glad", Caretaker smiled.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

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@sacredwrath @porschethemermaid

@monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz

@bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13

@notpeppermint @cyborg0109

@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots

@whumpbump @everythingsscary

@skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr

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@candleshopmenace @whumpanthems

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@starfields08000 @a-living-canvas

@lumpofsand @watermeezer

@indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains

@risk606 @electrons2006

@paperprinxe @whumprince

@kaz-of-crows @mis-graves

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@does-directions @jumpywhumpywriter

@blackbirdsinatrenchcoat @mylifeisonthebookshelf

@thenormalestever @whatwhump

@galatic-worm @starmoon-constellation

@bacillusinfection

[mj-iza-writer]

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Apologetic whumpee~

-“I’m sorry…I wish there was more I could’ve done for you…” (When they nearly sacrificed everything, possibly including their life.)

-“I’m sorry that I got blood on your sheets/shirt/floor…”

-“I’m sorry for crying earlier, I didn’t mean to worry you…”

-“I’m sorry, I can’t move!” /(Apologizing for specific symptoms)

-“I’m sorry that I’m such a burden….” / “I’m sorry that I’m such a pain…”

-“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me!” / “I’m sorry, please don’t cry!”

-“I’m sorry, I should’ve listened…” / “I’m sorry, you were right…”

-“I’m sorry that I’m always like this…” / “I’m sorry this keeps happening…”

-“I-I’m sorry! I panicked!” / “I don’t know why I did that!”

-“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to flinch!”

-“I’m sorry for running away…”

-“Sorry if this is dumb, but… can you kiss it better?”

-“I can’t take this anymore…! …I’m sorry…”

Someone going through it and yet they feel the need to apologize to their caretaker…❤️

[mj-iza-writer]

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I apologize for the lack of stories lately, work has been very stressful for the past few months. Unfortunately that has taken up a lot of energy. I appreciate everyone's patience with me. I do hope you enjoy the story. It does have vampiric subject matter, so mentions of blood and being attacked will be included. Love you all. -MJ

Carewhumper sighed when the doorbell echoed through the halls of his mansion.

"I swear", Carewhumper sauntered down the hall, "that blood slave had better have a good reason for being out so late. I missed a feeding because of them", he grumbled in disgust, "let's see what excuse I get this time. They better know they aren't leaving this mansion any time soon, they'll be lucky to leave their bedroom after this."

The doorbell came again.

"Oh, you better not rush me. I'll rip out your throat.....?", Carewhumper pulled the door open roughly, "officer?"

"Are you Carewhumper?", the person asked somberly, "I am looking for the master of a Whumpee."

"Oh this out to be good... I'm Carewhumper. What did my slave do now?", Carewhumper rolled his eyes, "I'm afraid this is new one, I've never dealt with the police for the mischief of my slave."

"Actually Master, there has been an incident", the officer's face changed to a saddened one, "your slave was attacked a few blocks away. They've been taken to the hospital nearby... they asked me personally to make you aware. They hoped you wouldn't be to upset with their tardiness."

"M-my slave... was attacked", Carewhumper stepped back in shock.

"Yes sir", the officer nodded, "we already have the attackers in custody. We will allow you to decide on what charges you wish to place on the suspects. You may want to see.... your slave before you decide."

Carewhumper swallowed slowly in disbelief.

"They were taken to the hospital nearby city. I can take you there... if you want", the officer felt the unease settle over them. This was one of the more terrifying vampires they've talked to.

"I will... I'm just amazed someone dared touch them. I will go to them shortly. I will not need your assistance", Carewhumper sighed, "I thank you for coming to tell me of my slaves whereabouts."

The officer nodded, and hurried down the steps.

Carewhumper closed the door and looked down the hall to Whumpee's room.

"My poor slave", they hurried to pack a few things for Whumpee, then grabbed their things.

It was dark that night... and quiet.

Carewhumper's cane tapped rhythmically on the pavement. His status symbol. His weapon in case he needed to correct a certain slave or some other annuassance that wandered into his path.

He came to a crossroad... and smelt it... them.

"My slave was here. It wreaks of their blood", Carewhumper looked around, "their blood is sprayed everywhere."

They continued on. Disgust twinged deep inside them, but their slave needed them. Revenge will have to wait.

Whumpee whimpered as their body quivered in pain.

The doctors had just finished. Stitches and bandages covered their body. Their neck pulsated from two deep slashes the attackers had left.

Carewhumper had a charm on Whumpee to protect from any unwanted vampires attacks. Fangs couldn't puncture it, but a knife could. This slit throat would allow for more blood to feed the multitude of vampires that were throwing them around like a ragdoll.

Whumpee felt tears come to their eyes. They now had the time to think about what had just happened a few hours earlier.

"My, that's a face only your master could love", a familiar voice came from the doorway.

"M- mmmm Master?", Whumpee whispered weakly.

The taps of the cane followed Whumpee's whisper.

"Lucky for you, that's me", Carewhumper stood over the bed in Whumpee's line of sight, "I'm here."

"I-it hurts", Whumpee whispered.

Carewhumper nodded, then reached down and wiped away some bloody hair from Whumpee's face.

"Can you help me", Whumpee weakly looked up to them, "I'll drink some of your blood willingly if you think it will work."

Carewhumper sighed, "I don't think it will help you. My blood isn't magical, it doesn't work... like that."

Whumpee swallowed loudly, Carewhumper could see the pain in their eyes. If this would help comfort them then it must be done.

"Maybe it will help a little though", Carewhumper bit into their own hand and rested the puncture to Whumpee's lips.

Whumpee weakly allowed the blood to drip into their mouth.

Carewhumper waited for a few moments, then lifted their hand.

They reached for a tissue to wipe Whumpee's face.

"I know I threaten you with tearing out your throat quite often, but I never intended for it to actually happen", Carewhumper sat down.

Whumpee gasped in pain as they tried to look at their master.

"Don't move", Carewhumper leaned up, "you don't have to keep eye contact, not right now. I brought you something that might help comfort you."

Whumpee blinked away tears as Carewhumper held a stuffed toy in their view. It was cautiously placed in the nook of Whumpee's neck.

"I thought maybe you would like that to be with you while you stayed her", Carewhumper leaned back.

"Th-thankyou Master", Whumpee whispered, "do you think you can help me get out of here?" I want to go home."

"Oh, my slave wants to be home", Carewhumper started to mock. They paused when they remembered it wasn't the time.

"Whumpee, it is best that you stay here.... for a few days at least", Carewhumper sighed, "I have some trash to deal with, and I don't have the ability or patience to care for you. I would rather you stay with the doctors and nurses."

"But what about you... you haven't fed yet", Whumpee sobbed.

"Whumpee, I'm not going to be able to feed from you for a long time. I wouldn't dare even attempt that right now", Carewhumper sighed, "I appreciate that you care about that, but I will manage to feed."

Whumpee sniffled.

"Will you tell me what happened, in as much detail that you can manage. I have some decisions to make...  I want to make sure your attackers suffer... I don't want to chance showing them any mercy", Carewhumper growled.

A doctor knocks before Whumpee can start.

"I apologize, are you their master. I've been hoping to talk with you for a few minutes", the doctor came closer, "privately."

Carewhumper stood, and followed the doctor out.

"I heard you say you would be dealing with the attackers. I took the liberty of writing a doctor's note. It includes all damages and what had to be done to fix... all in great detail, maybe a little dramatized, but I haven't seen something like this in a long time. My patient, your slave deserves revenge."

Carewhumper nodded,  "I appreciate this, how bad off are they?"

"Thankfully the worst thing was the slit throat. I didn't see any more damage during my exam. They will not be able to talk loudly for a while, the knife didn't cut that chord... thankfully. It will just hurt to vocalize", the doctor looked toward the room, "their room has a protection spell. Only those with permissions are allowed in."

"I felt that when I arrived, it allowed me in after they said master", Carewhumper looked over the notes, "these will be quite helpful."

"Whumpee has to accept the visitor. Once they showed they knew you, the charm opened. I do want you to be aware", the doctor looked at Carewhumper, "our healer removed your charm from Whumpee, I couldn't do anything until it was removed. You'll have to put another one on them. I would like to keep them for a week at least. I especially want to monitor their neck. They will be well taken care of, I assure you."

"I see that already", Carewhumper watched as a nurse carried a tray of food into Whumpee's room, "a week will be fine, I won't be feeding from them any time soon. They are free to eat whatever."

"A nurse will have you fill out some papers. You will be able to leave notes on your's or their preferences", the doctor turned, "I hope whatever happens to the attackers, well, as a doctor I shouldn't say. I hope you'll let me know the outcome."

Carewhumper grinned menacingly, "trust me... revenge will be sweet. They will learn why there is a law against touching other people's property."

Carewhumper sighed when they walked back into the room.

Whumpee sniffled as they opened their mouth for food.

"Are you the master?", the nurse smiled as they wiped Whumpee's face gently.

"I am. Are these the papers I was told about?", Carewhumper sat down and looked them over.

"Yes, I will be taking care of Whumpee while they stay here. All of that will help me take care of them", the nurse smiled, "I know there is a lot."

"Yes, there is, but for right now my slave deserves any comforts they can get", Carewhumper pulled out a pen from their pocket, "I will work on this while they eat. I have a few things to talk with them on before I leave for tonight."

Carewhumper frowned, "the biggest thing I can say right now is that the stuffed animal needs to stay with them. That's a comfort item."

The nurse nodded, "I see that... it looks well loved."

Carewhumper sat back and looked over their slave.

Whumpee could feel the tension.

"Master?", Whumpee whispered, "how bad is it? I haven't seen it yet."

"Let's keep it that way for now. I need you to stay calm", Carewhumper eyed the cuts, "I'm sorry this happened, but can you tell me what you remember?"

Whumpee felt a tear come to their eye.

"I was hurrying down the street; just a few minutes later than I should have been. I was excited though, I had just found the book I had been looking for. It was... wait m-my book?", Whumpee's lip quivered, "I think my book is gone."

"I will replace it if we need to", Carewhumper sighed, "continue."

Whumpee sniffled, "they came out of the evening shadows. Wide smiles showed their cruel fangs. They pulled me down and tried to bite into me. They cursed at me about the charm you placed on me. I saw the knife get pulled out... I screamed. Thankfully, the police heard, but the damage was done", Whumpee frowned, "the scariest part was that they were watching me. Every day they were there. They knew I was late. I uhm, I don't want to go out alone anymore Master. Not without you."

Carewhumper nodded in understanding.

"I understand", Carewhumper stood, "I will be leaving you now, I will be back here tomorrow to see you. Listen to what they tell you, and behave. I'll tear you.... uh... I guess I'll have to find a new threat. Tearing your throat out isn't a great threat now that I've seen it done."

Whumpee's eyes stared sadly at Carewhumper.

"I will avenge you my dear", Carewhumper reached for Whumpee's hand and squeezed it, "your attackers will pay for this."

A tear rolled down Whumpee's face. Carewhumper wiped it away.

"I am proud of you for staying strong during this. I know this is painful", Carewhumper looked over them one more time, "you're doing so well."

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee sniffled.

Carewhumper made his way back to the spot of the attack.

"Where would that book have gone?", Carewhumper looked around, "maybe it was thrown during the attack", Carewhumper searched the sides of the road until they finally found a book.

"I wonder if this is the one", Carewhumper sniffed it, "that has their scent on it. That's a promising sign."

Carewhumper looked over the book, "I wonder if they would like me to read for them", they thumbed through the pages, "I remember they had been talking about this book with enthusiasm. It may be a while before they can handle a book. It would be a shame to get a book and not be able to read it."

Carewhumper tucked it under their arm and started to walk.

"Maybe I may enjoy the book as well", Carewhumper thought loudly.

Their cane tapped on the ground. It was a quiet night as they finished their walk to their home.

"My home is going to be quite strange without my slave running around", Carewhumper set their things down, "how dare anyone touch my property. They will pay."

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[mj-iza-writer]

I apologize for the lack of stories lately, work has been very stressful for the past few months. Unfortunately that has taken up a lot of energy. I appreciate everyone's patience with me. I do hope you enjoy the story. It does have vampiric subject matter, so mentions of blood and being attacked will be included. Love you all. -MJ

Carewhumper sighed when the doorbell echoed through the halls of his mansion.

"I swear", Carewhumper sauntered down the hall, "that blood slave had better have a good reason for being out so late. I missed a feeding because of them", he grumbled in disgust, "let's see what excuse I get this time. They better know they aren't leaving this mansion any time soon, they'll be lucky to leave their bedroom after this."

The doorbell came again.

"Oh, you better not rush me. I'll rip out your throat.....?", Carewhumper pulled the door open roughly, "officer?"

"Are you Carewhumper?", the person asked somberly, "I am looking for the master of a Whumpee."

"Oh this out to be good... I'm Carewhumper. What did my slave do now?", Carewhumper rolled his eyes, "I'm afraid this is new one, I've never dealt with the police for the mischief of my slave."

"Actually Master, there has been an incident", the officer's face changed to a saddened one, "your slave was attacked a few blocks away. They've been taken to the hospital nearby... they asked me personally to make you aware. They hoped you wouldn't be to upset with their tardiness."

"M-my slave... was attacked", Carewhumper stepped back in shock.

"Yes sir", the officer nodded, "we already have the attackers in custody. We will allow you to decide on what charges you wish to place on the suspects. You may want to see.... your slave before you decide."

Carewhumper swallowed slowly in disbelief.

"They were taken to the hospital nearby city. I can take you there... if you want", the officer felt the unease settle over them. This was one of the more terrifying vampires they've talked to.

"I will... I'm just amazed someone dared touch them. I will go to them shortly. I will not need your assistance", Carewhumper sighed, "I thank you for coming to tell me of my slaves whereabouts."

The officer nodded, and hurried down the steps.

Carewhumper closed the door and looked down the hall to Whumpee's room.

"My poor slave", they hurried to pack a few things for Whumpee, then grabbed their things.

It was dark that night... and quiet.

Carewhumper's cane tapped rhythmically on the pavement. His status symbol. His weapon in case he needed to correct a certain slave or some other annuassance that wandered into his path.

He came to a crossroad... and smelt it... them.

"My slave was here. It wreaks of their blood", Carewhumper looked around, "their blood is sprayed everywhere."

They continued on. Disgust twinged deep inside them, but their slave needed them. Revenge will have to wait.

Whumpee whimpered as their body quivered in pain.

The doctors had just finished. Stitches and bandages covered their body. Their neck pulsated from two deep slashes the attackers had left.

Carewhumper had a charm on Whumpee to protect from any unwanted vampires attacks. Fangs couldn't puncture it, but a knife could. This slit throat would allow for more blood to feed the multitude of vampires that were throwing them around like a ragdoll.

Whumpee felt tears come to their eyes. They now had the time to think about what had just happened a few hours earlier.

"My, that's a face only your master could love", a familiar voice came from the doorway.

"M- mmmm Master?", Whumpee whispered weakly.

The taps of the cane followed Whumpee's whisper.

"Lucky for you, that's me", Carewhumper stood over the bed in Whumpee's line of sight, "I'm here."

"I-it hurts", Whumpee whispered.

Carewhumper nodded, then reached down and wiped away some bloody hair from Whumpee's face.

"Can you help me", Whumpee weakly looked up to them, "I'll drink some of your blood willingly if you think it will work."

Carewhumper sighed, "I don't think it will help you. My blood isn't magical, it doesn't work... like that."

Whumpee swallowed loudly, Carewhumper could see the pain in their eyes. If this would help comfort them then it must be done.

"Maybe it will help a little though", Carewhumper bit into their own hand and rested the puncture to Whumpee's lips.

Whumpee weakly allowed the blood to drip into their mouth.

Carewhumper waited for a few moments, then lifted their hand.

They reached for a tissue to wipe Whumpee's face.

"I know I threaten you with tearing out your throat quite often, but I never intended for it to actually happen", Carewhumper sat down.

Whumpee gasped in pain as they tried to look at their master.

"Don't move", Carewhumper leaned up, "you don't have to keep eye contact, not right now. I brought you something that might help comfort you."

Whumpee blinked away tears as Carewhumper held a stuffed toy in their view. It was cautiously placed in the nook of Whumpee's neck.

"I thought maybe you would like that to be with you while you stayed her", Carewhumper leaned back.

"Th-thankyou Master", Whumpee whispered, "do you think you can help me get out of here?" I want to go home."

"Oh, my slave wants to be home", Carewhumper started to mock. They paused when they remembered it wasn't the time.

"Whumpee, it is best that you stay here.... for a few days at least", Carewhumper sighed, "I have some trash to deal with, and I don't have the ability or patience to care for you. I would rather you stay with the doctors and nurses."

"But what about you... you haven't fed yet", Whumpee sobbed.

"Whumpee, I'm not going to be able to feed from you for a long time. I wouldn't dare even attempt that right now", Carewhumper sighed, "I appreciate that you care about that, but I will manage to feed."

Whumpee sniffled.

"Will you tell me what happened, in as much detail that you can manage. I have some decisions to make...  I want to make sure your attackers suffer... I don't want to chance showing them any mercy", Carewhumper growled.

A doctor knocks before Whumpee can start.

"I apologize, are you their master. I've been hoping to talk with you for a few minutes", the doctor came closer, "privately."

Carewhumper stood, and followed the doctor out.

"I heard you say you would be dealing with the attackers. I took the liberty of writing a doctor's note. It includes all damages and what had to be done to fix... all in great detail, maybe a little dramatized, but I haven't seen something like this in a long time. My patient, your slave deserves revenge."

Carewhumper nodded,  "I appreciate this, how bad off are they?"

"Thankfully the worst thing was the slit throat. I didn't see any more damage during my exam. They will not be able to talk loudly for a while, the knife didn't cut that chord... thankfully. It will just hurt to vocalize", the doctor looked toward the room, "their room has a protection spell. Only those with permissions are allowed in."

"I felt that when I arrived, it allowed me in after they said master", Carewhumper looked over the notes, "these will be quite helpful."

"Whumpee has to accept the visitor. Once they showed they knew you, the charm opened. I do want you to be aware", the doctor looked at Carewhumper, "our healer removed your charm from Whumpee, I couldn't do anything until it was removed. You'll have to put another one on them. I would like to keep them for a week at least. I especially want to monitor their neck. They will be well taken care of, I assure you."

"I see that already", Carewhumper watched as a nurse carried a tray of food into Whumpee's room, "a week will be fine, I won't be feeding from them any time soon. They are free to eat whatever."

"A nurse will have you fill out some papers. You will be able to leave notes on your's or their preferences", the doctor turned, "I hope whatever happens to the attackers, well, as a doctor I shouldn't say. I hope you'll let me know the outcome."

Carewhumper grinned menacingly, "trust me... revenge will be sweet. They will learn why there is a law against touching other people's property."

Carewhumper sighed when they walked back into the room.

Whumpee sniffled as they opened their mouth for food.

"Are you the master?", the nurse smiled as they wiped Whumpee's face gently.

"I am. Are these the papers I was told about?", Carewhumper sat down and looked them over.

"Yes, I will be taking care of Whumpee while they stay here. All of that will help me take care of them", the nurse smiled, "I know there is a lot."

"Yes, there is, but for right now my slave deserves any comforts they can get", Carewhumper pulled out a pen from their pocket, "I will work on this while they eat. I have a few things to talk with them on before I leave for tonight."

Carewhumper frowned, "the biggest thing I can say right now is that the stuffed animal needs to stay with them. That's a comfort item."

The nurse nodded, "I see that... it looks well loved."

Carewhumper sat back and looked over their slave.

Whumpee could feel the tension.

"Master?", Whumpee whispered, "how bad is it? I haven't seen it yet."

"Let's keep it that way for now. I need you to stay calm", Carewhumper eyed the cuts, "I'm sorry this happened, but can you tell me what you remember?"

Whumpee felt a tear come to their eye.

"I was hurrying down the street; just a few minutes later than I should have been. I was excited though, I had just found the book I had been looking for. It was... wait m-my book?", Whumpee's lip quivered, "I think my book is gone."

"I will replace it if we need to", Carewhumper sighed, "continue."

Whumpee sniffled, "they came out of the evening shadows. Wide smiles showed their cruel fangs. They pulled me down and tried to bite into me. They cursed at me about the charm you placed on me. I saw the knife get pulled out... I screamed. Thankfully, the police heard, but the damage was done", Whumpee frowned, "the scariest part was that they were watching me. Every day they were there. They knew I was late. I uhm, I don't want to go out alone anymore Master. Not without you."

Carewhumper nodded in understanding.

"I understand", Carewhumper stood, "I will be leaving you now, I will be back here tomorrow to see you. Listen to what they tell you, and behave. I'll tear you.... uh... I guess I'll have to find a new threat. Tearing your throat out isn't a great threat now that I've seen it done."

Whumpee's eyes stared sadly at Carewhumper.

"I will avenge you my dear", Carewhumper reached for Whumpee's hand and squeezed it, "your attackers will pay for this."

A tear rolled down Whumpee's face. Carewhumper wiped it away.

"I am proud of you for staying strong during this. I know this is painful", Carewhumper looked over them one more time, "you're doing so well."

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee sniffled.

Carewhumper made his way back to the spot of the attack.

"Where would that book have gone?", Carewhumper looked around, "maybe it was thrown during the attack", Carewhumper searched the sides of the road until they finally found a book.

"I wonder if this is the one", Carewhumper sniffed it, "that has their scent on it. That's a promising sign."

Carewhumper looked over the book, "I wonder if they would like me to read for them", they thumbed through the pages, "I remember they had been talking about this book with enthusiasm. It may be a while before they can handle a book. It would be a shame to get a book and not be able to read it."

Carewhumper tucked it under their arm and started to walk.

"Maybe I may enjoy the book as well", Carewhumper thought loudly.

Their cane tapped on the ground. It was a quiet night as they finished their walk to their home.

"My home is going to be quite strange without my slave running around", Carewhumper set their things down, "how dare anyone touch my property. They will pay."

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[mj-iza-writer]

Poor Whumpee, I would love to give them a birthday party

Lonely

Whumpee pulled the chair with their feet, since their hands were busy. It was already difficult to find their way around the kitchen with the lights off, the only source of illumination being the weak flame that adorned the candle. They sat down and placed the cupcake in front of them, in the center of the table. The humble treat was the most that Whumpee allowed themselves for that date, not only because they didn't have the money, but because they weren't special enough to buy a whole cake that, besides, they knew they wouldn't be able to eat all of it.

Whumpee clasped their hands in their lap and watched the slight flicker of the candle flame in silence, for a long time. A very long time. The only sound in the whole house was that of the refrigerator plugged in to perform its cooling function. There was no human sound. There was nothing in Whumpee's head.

After several minutes, as if coming out of a trance, their voice announced:

"Well, happy birthday to me."

Whumpee returned to silence. Unlike the cheap candle, which didn’t display their age number, the Whumpee had no ongoing purpose, such as producing heat and light and sputtering according to their intensity. Whumpee was a flameless candle. Without a lighter or a match to help them light, without something or someone to direct them to their purpose.

They picked up the cupcake from the table and, only after spending a few more seconds staring at the colorful sprinkles selfishly scattered across the frosting, did they blow out the candle.

They returned the delicacy to the table and once again fell into a grim silence, at least in their throat. They clapped a few times, just touching the fingertips of one hand to the palm of the other, trying to produce a sound that, hopefully, could bring joy typical of a birthday to that moment. However, no twinge of joy emerged. Whumpee knew that no one else in the world, who was alive, knew that that day was that date. No one in the world heard them. No one in the world cared about them. Something they had always known, but hated when it was in evidence. They were alone.

They wiped the escaping tears with the back of their hand. They couldn't ruin the birthday. They couldn't embarrass themselves any more. They were sure that there were people in the world who would kill to have that moment they were having, even though it was so humble and insignificant. Many had nothing. Whumpee was ungrateful.

They held the cupcake again and directed the frosting to their mouth. They savored the taste of the sugar lightly accentuated in vanilla, with the aftertaste of the salty tears that insisted on running down their face.

It wasn't a happy birthday.

[mj-iza-writer]

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Currently reading: Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Currently craving: Sweets.

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1. Favourite colour: Teal

2. Last song: Save Tonight - Eagle Eye Cherry

3. Currently reading: Outlander Series (technically it’s collecting dust on my bookshelf because I mostly read fanfic…)

4. Currently watching: Single’s Inferno, Medium, and forever casually rewatching SPN

5. Currently craving: the bag of sweet chilli & sour cream chips I bought earlier (just waiting for kiddos to go to bed)

6. Coffee or tea: coffee! An iced latte any season.

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