#caught whumpee

[whumpasaurus101]

“I wouldn’t, if i were you.”

Whumpee froze, eyes widening as they bit back a whimper. Their hand quickly shut the book of files they had been reading from Whumper’s desk. They didn’t dare move after that.

“But then again,” Whumper hums, striding up behind Whumpee and gently traced their knife along the other’s cheekbone;

“You never seem to listen, do you?”

[cold1dead1eyes]

i love caretakers who used to be whumpees. a caretaker that’s covered in scars, who screams themself awake at night, who sees the marks on whumpee and has to look away because it’s too familiar.

and nobody else knows. caretaker is so put together, nobody would expect it, but whumpee can tell. they see the fear in caretaker’s eyes when whumpee talks about what whumper did to them. how sometimes they flinch when they’re touched. how they wake up shaking and covered in sweat, reaching out in a panic to shove their blankets off.

still, caretaker tries to be strong for whumpee. they know how it feels to be hurt and they want to be there for them, even though they still haven't gotten over their own trauma.

[pixelatedraindrops]

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[callaeidae3]

An off-duty marine security officer found a mer tangled in a net on the beach

[slippedtheknot]

Whumpmas: Day "Seven"

Snow + forced to kneel + caught in a storm

TW: death talk

It burned.

Whumpee had been running for hours, but now, his legs were wobbly and the adrenaline was wearing off. Every time he breathed in, it felt like fire was being poured down his throat. If Whumpee dared to look up, snow hit his face so hard that Whumpee swore there were bruises. The wind wrapped around his neck, and drifted down to his chest.

He paused, just for a moment, to see where on earth he is.

far from civilization, that's for sure

Whumpee shook away the negative thoughts and attempted to spring back into his sprint. Something snagged the back of his hair, and when Whumpee was forcibly turned around, he could see it was Whumper.

He wore a black hat to protect his ears, and a black scarf that protected his face and neck.

"Thought that you could run?" Whumper's voice came out muffled. "You want to be free so bad that you really ran in the middle of a storm. Do you believe that only death can set you free?"

Whumpee assumed that this was a time when Whumper wanted him quiet, but when his body was pushed down and his knees hit the snow, Whumpee realized he was wrong.

[starboy-whump]

I am a normal person who likes whump and hurt/comfort a normal amount

...I am a normal person who likes whump and hurt/comfort a normal amount, buying tea-grade rosepetals to make rose tea & rosewater bc exactly ONE line in a Fall Out Boy song from over a decade ago convinced me that rosewater is an intoxicant and/or sedative for angels, in the sense that it could b useful in field medicine, and the entire idea of rosewater gives me whumperflies now

but im rly rly normal i swear

[whump-or-whatever]

Just about fell head first off a 15 ft high railroad bridge into about two ft of water the other day. In case anyone is looking for a quick way to destroy every bone in their whumpee’s body.

[echo-goes-mmm]

Sorry, I can't stop thinking about Laith in Old Friends

Picrew

[unforgivenn]

WOLLEMI DAY 5- CAUGHT

CW: Young whumpee, Themes of captivity, a lil bit of manipulation, pet whump, failed escape attempt, future punishment mention, uhm dominant, creepy asf whumper, andd a pinch of trauma, alcohol consumption

The air was thick with laughter, clinking glasses, and the pulsating beats of music. The party’s that Dominic kept were extraordinary, only the kinds that the elite of the country got to experience. Guess, Caleb should consider himself lucky then… Dominic had made it clear that he absolutely needed him to be there to introduce his sweet pet to his friends. 

Caleb had thought about it a lot, Maybe.. Maybe someone there would see and help him! No, No.. Dominic’s friends would be no different from him. Maybe even worse…  He shuddered. He had been planning an escape for so, so long since the last time he failed. But this time there would be no failing. He knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the torture that Dominic would have in store for him. Caleb knew that there was no way he could actually run from Dominic. He had learnt it the first time.. But he needed something, something that could make him feel that he wasn’t going brain-dead under his captor and still have some defiance under him.

As the night wore on and the alcohol flowed freely, Caleb's attention turned increasingly towards Dominic. He wanted to show him off, to display his dominance and control to his friends. It was a sick game, one where Caleb was merely a pawn. He was there kneeling at Dominic’s side like a good little kitten that he was.

He noticed how Dominic was slowly starting to slur his words, how he squinted his eyes slightly to see properly and how his leg bounced up and down. He waited for a while before Dominic finally excused himself to go the washroom telling Caleb to be a good pet and stay though his speech was incoherent. Caleb looked at Dominic’s friends, all of them were busy talking with each other or just drinking. 

He finally saw an opening until he suddenly got up and bolted outside trying to find the front door, his heart pumping with adrenaline. He heard a familiar “Caleb!!” behind him though that just made him run faster desperate to get away. As soon as his hand opened the front door two figures entered blinking at him before grinning. He freezed momentarily as the realization sank in. He was pulled by his armpits by either one of them with a tight hold on him as they dragged him back to his tormentor. Caleb didn’t even try to fight, he just looked down not able to believe it. He had been so close. So close.. Then.. why..? He knew the plan was childish. That he would never be able to get away from his fate. But.. he had this small hope in him that maybe. Maybe it would work it somehow.. “Hope. It’s a child’s play.”  Dominic had once told him. The two men threw him on the floor infront of Dominic. 

“Take better care of your toy, Sinclair” Dominic didn’t even pay attention to what they said, simply swatting them away and walking towards his traumatized kitten and forcing his jaw up to look him in the eye. Oh how he loved when the spark in their eye goes away.

“Trying to slip away. Were we? Well we’ve got to make sure that doesn’t happen again right” He said somehow seeming completely sober now… Maybe he shouldn’t have tried running away..

[whump-tr0pes]

Lux in Tenebris, Medieval AU - Trail of Blood

@badthingshappenbingo

I completely forget to add the the bthb part. Red X for posted, white X for requested! Send in your requests! If you don’t see a prompt here that you already requested, please send it again!

This AU grabbed my brain and didn't let go. Many thanks to @newbornwhumperfly for enabling me in the DMs

Masterlist

AO3

Contents: demon whumpee, implied wounded animal (that doesn't happen), caught in a snare, blood, mild gore, mild finger whump, begging, misunderstanding whump, accidental self-harm (to escape the snare), rescue

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The forest was loud today. Ilya picked their way through the underbrush, eyes sweeping along the ground as they searched for white-capped mushrooms on the forest floor. Above them, birds called to each other, and wind brushed through the swaying treetops. The buzz of insects gave the air a heavy quality, even though the afternoon was cool. Still, the basket on Ilya’s arm was still nearly empty. They still had a long afternoon yet of gathering to go before they could return home.

The noise felt almost… oppressive this morning, though. The birds seemed to be shrieking in alarm instead of their usual singing, and Ilya could hear the din of tree branches crashing together in the wind – but when they looked up, the crowns of the trees seemed to shake with little more than a slight breeze. They bit their lip and looked down for another mushroom. They tried very hard not to think about the whispers they’d heard in the village, whispers of an evil that had come to these woods in the last fortnight, evil fleeing the cleansings in the south. They bent to pick a mushroom and add it to the basket.

An inhuman screech cut through the forest.

Ilya shot upright, heart hammering in their chest. The sound came from their left, from a dense spot in the undergrowth. Their breaths came faster, faster, and they found themself moving towards the sound. They strained to hear something else. They tightened their thin cloak around their shoulders and crept, trembling, through the underbrush. Had they imagined it?

They almost turned back when another sound cut them to their core: a wail, long and drawn out and raw. It sounded… almost human.

A wounded deer, I bet, Ilya thought with a sinking heart. A hunter probably missed his mark. They set their jaw and moved toward the sound again. If they could at least put the creature out of its misery, that would be a kindness. And if it was small enough, they might be able to drag the animal back to their hut themself.

As they drew closer to where the creature was, Ilya could hear the sound of desperate thrashing in the undergrowth. A low, guttural moan reached Ilya’s ears as they pushed past a thick wall of branches. They bit their lip and prepared themself for the sight of a mortally wounded animal.

They bit back a gasp when they saw the creature wasn’t a creature at all, but a boy, with his right leg caught in a hunter’s snare.

He was filthy, his skin streaked with mud and blood, and tears had left tracks in the dirt on his cheeks. Sticks and leaves were matted in his hair. His clothes were torn. The snare cut deep into his lower leg, which was a mess of torn flesh and oozing blood. He heaved a ragged sob and tore at the snare with broken, bloody fingernails as Ilya watched with wide eyes.

Ilya took a step forward on shaking legs. A twig snapped under their foot. The boy’s head shot up, and Ilya had the sudden, horrifying realization that the boy was not a boy at all.

The boy’s pupils blew wide in terror, black taking up nearly the entire eye. Sharp fangs flashed, even in the afternoon shade. He flung himself back and away from Ilya, only to be caught by the snare. He cried out and bared his teeth at them, clawing at the ground and sobbing with every breath.

“Obsecro,” he croaked. “Non appropinquant.”

Ilya swallowed hard and stared at the creature in front of them for a long moment. He had dark circles carved under his eyes, and he trembled as if he was freezing. The flesh around the snare was swollen, enflamed. His eyes were strange, but there was such sadness in them, such pain.

And he looked so, so frightened.

“It’s alright,” Ilya said, voice low. They gently placed their basket down beside them. “I’m going to help you.”

They took one step toward the creature, then another. He didn’t move, didn’t seem to even breathe, just watched Ilya with those wide, terrified eyes. Ilya closed the distance between them, heart pounding. They did their best to ignore their fear, ignore the thought that perhaps this was the evil that the others had warned about lurking in the words. Carefully, they knelt beside the frightened creature. Still, he didn’t move. Ilya could see he that he was shaking harder, though. The leaves beneath him shuddered.

Ilya slowly reached out a hand towards the snare. The cord was thin, but strong, strengthened with horsehair. They had never paid attention to snares before, but they knew they did damage. Now they knew how much. They did their best to loop their finger under it, but it was far too tight. The creature hissed as Ilya worked at the snare, fumbling at the knot. They peeled back the scraps of his pant leg, wincing at the dried blood that glued it to the skin. Deep puncture holes dotted the flesh. Confused, Ilya glanced at the creature, before they realized: he’d been trying to bite his own leg off.

They tried to untie the snare from the tree it was tied to, to no avail. They tried pushing the tree over – they would have had better luck lifting a boulder. There was one more thing they could try.

They reached for their belt and pulled their small knife from its sheath.

The creature shrieked and recoiled from Ilya’s touch. His hands scrabbled in the deep leaves as he tried to drag himself away from them, keening so loudly the birds flew from their perches in the trees.

“No, shh,” Ilya murmured as they brought the knife to the creature’s leg. “I’m trying to—”

The creature whirled and snapped at Ilya, his teeth crashing together a millimeter from their hand.

Ilya reeled back and landed on their elbows. The knife flew from their grip.

The creature was in a frenzy. He tore at his leg with his teeth and nails, drawing blood until it ran in rivulets onto the forest floor. Blood smeared on his lips. The sound of his frantic sobbing cut Ilya down to their very soul. They forgot their fear and reached for their knife.

“Stop,” they breathed. “Stop, you’re hurting yourself… stop!” They staggered forward and pinned the creature down. He was bigger than they were, but as soon as they fell on top of him, he went rigid with a horrible wail. Ilya slid the knife between the snare and the creature’s leg and snapped the cord with a jerk. They rolled off of him and scrambled away on their hands and knees, just as he did the same.

He staggered to his feet and took off with a limping sprint into the woods, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken branches. Ilya’s heart was a blur of motion in their chest. They fought to catch their breath, swallowing over and over. Tears ran unbidden down their cheeks. Their hands were streaked with blood, and they wiped them hurriedly on the fallen leaves. They stared at the knife that lay on the forest floor beside them. For a long moment, they considered leaving it behind.

It’s a good knife, they thought finally. I can at least trade it away.

Their hands were shaking as they went to pick up their basket of mushrooms. Perhaps there would be enough left to gather on the way back home. They found the trail again and quickly made their way back to their lonely hut on shaking legs. They didn’t look behind them once, but they didn’t look at the ground much, either.

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Translation of the Latin line:

“Please,” he croaked. “Don’t come near.”

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[whumpasaurus101]

Crystal Clear

OKAY SO THIS BASICALLY GNERATED FROM A THOUGHT I HAD AT 3AM (thank you @whump-queen for supporting my insomnia thoughts HUIJDHIDUJKHDK)

tw: alicia is hot xox / hand injury / possible fractured bone??? its not in detail at all- hell, idek how injurred it is tbh/ cursing

-ENJOYYY :D-

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Jack knew from the start that he shouldn't have done it. The very first day Alicia took him in, she made it crystal clear that he was never allowed to go into her office. But it was eating away at him. What did she not want him to see????

One of the nights, Alicia was passed out asleep. Jack turned to face her in the bed, studying her face for a moment. A slight smile was on her lips. Not like the sinister smirk that usually painted her lips. Nono, this one was… Kind. Jack couldn't stop himself from smiling gently, admiring how pretty she looked… So Peaceful. 

He coughed into his hand twice… She didn't wake. Next he ever so slowly scooched his way out of the bed, tiptoeing out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Once he was out he pressed his back against the door and tilted his head up as he let out a sigh of relief. 

His eyes fell closed for a moment before he smirked and opened them again, pushing himself away from the door and tiptoeing off to the office door. His hand fished into his back pocket as he retrieved the key he had snatched from Alicia's coat pocket. Luckily her mind was on some guy called Romeo's poker night tomorrow that she didn't even notice her key missing. 

He had watched Alicia open this door a few times before. His tongue stuck out slightly as he concentrated. He put the key into the lock and twisted it right, the lock clicked and Jack's face lit up. 

As the door creaked open, his glistening eyes scanned the room around him, shelves neatly organized with binded books and folders. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw names among the spine of each folder. 

He felt his heartbeat picking up, an uneasy feeling creeping over his shoulders and rippling down his spine. He gulped, clearing his throat before strolling to Alicia’s desk. Her laptop sat open but the screen blank. His eyes scanned the keyboard for a momen, one of his hands hovering over it before he slowly pressed down on one of the buttons. He jumped as the screen brightened, eyes sparkling as he studied the sight in front of him.

There was a folder labeled ‘Jack’. His eyebrows furrowed and he moved the cursor over to it,tapping twice. Just as the loading sign appeared, Jack’s head shot up as footsteps sounded from the other room. He cursed under his breath before looking around the office, seeing where he could hide… was there even a point of him hiding?

The minute the footsteps grew louder, Jack decided that there was a point. He rushed under the desk, sitting on the wooden floor with his back pressed hard against the side of the desk, he held his breath as the door opened, rushing to place one hand over his mouth.  

“Baby?”

Jack squeezed his eyes shut, nonononono.

“Jack, you know you're not allowed in here.” Her high heels roam against to floor, click clack clack clack

“Wherever could he be!!!” Jack whimpered at her false tone, squeezing his eyes shut. He wished the ground could just swallow him whole. Why did he do this!?! Why was he so stupid to even think he could get away with this?

Clack clack clack. Nonono too close for comfort, too close for comf-

“It seems that I have found my little trouble maker!!!” Alicia’s eyes practically sparkled as they landed on Jack’s hand, just peeking out from under her desk. She took a few strides forward. Is someone testing the rules, hm? Maybe with your old owner it would’ve been okay, but with me?” 

In a matter of seconds, Alicia raised her foot before stomping down hard onto the back of Jack’s hand, making the boy scream out in pain. White filled Jack's vision for a split second as his body seized up in pain.  

“With me, rules are made to be obeyed,” Alicia continued, grinding the pointy heel against Jack’s bone with a growl, causing Jack’s scream to grow even louder, a pathetic sob cutting it off.  “PL-PLEASE I'M SORRYY!!!” Jack sobbed, “PLEASE- Ple-please… I’m so s-sorry…”

Alicia tilted her head with a hum, increasing the pressure against her boy’s hand. Her hand trailed up his neck, fingers curling under Jack’s chin, tilting his head up. Jack’s petrified, tear-filled eyes met with Alicia’s cold glare. “I really don't think you are sorry, baby…”

A whine tore from his throat and his bottom lip wobbled, “Pl-plea-” The backhand echoed through the room. 

“Silence!!!” Jack sobbed out, a hand flying to his cheek. “I don't have the energy for this defiance,” Alicia growled, digging her nails into Jack’s soft skin. “You have disappointed me, Jack.”

Jack flinched hard, Alicia only really called him by his name when she felt like he didn't deserve being called any pet names. He whimpered as tears streamed down his face. His hand was in so much pain he swore he could pass out. But he wouldn’t. He needed to be good for Alicia.

The silence was deafening. The only sound that could be heard was Jack’s wheezing and whimpering. Alicia’s cold eyes studied her boy. His whole body hunched over as his hand grabs his wrist, trying to stop himself from pulling it away from Alicia. His chest rose and fell quickly in an unsteady rhythm. She hummed in thought before eventually lifting her boot off.

Jack gasped, his hand shooting up to his chest as held it protectively, “Tha-thank you ma-ma’am!!! Thank you so-so much- thank you ‘m so sorry- I’m so so sorry-” Jack sobbed, clutching onto Alicia’s leg. He was so grateful. Alicia had forgiven him. She had been so kind and forgave him for such a terrible thing!!!

Alicia tried to conceal the smirk that played on her lips, but it was practically pointless. She carded her hand through Jack’s hair, feeling him instantly lean into the touch. But the soft, kind, gentle touch suddenly tightened, making Jack yelp out.

“Oh baby…. You're not fully forgiven. I expect you to write out an apology letter until your hand feels like it's going to fucking fall off. I expect you to be on your best fucking behaviour that you have ever been. I expect you to take a daily punishment without any complaints, and lastly, Romeo is hosting a party in a week's time, you will be wearing your shock collar so everyone can see how you have lost my trust. Oh, and how could I forget…”

Alicia grabbed Jack roughly by the chin, her nails digging in as she yanked Jack’s face up to look up at her, “I will make sure that every single guest in that fucking house will have their turn with you, beating the shit out of you. And then, maybe then, I’ll forgive you. Am I clear?”

Fear filled Jack’s face, all the colour draining from it suddenly as he gulped, “Cr-crystal…”

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hi there!! From the mermaid game can I please get 3, 5, and 6? Thanks!

Hi Mythixmagic! Of course! Funny enough, I’ve written a snippet with my yandere OC, Kai, that has this exact scenario, you can find it here. Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

From this ask game

Also, big thanks to @thepenultimateword for helping me come up with ideas for this snippet!

Whumpee climbed aboard the ship with Caretaker and the rest of the crew. Caretaker led Whumpee to the treasure chest they and the crew had found in the sea cave. Being Caretaker’s first mate, Whumpee always got first pick of the treasure. Caretaker opened the lid of the chest and glittering jewels and piles of gold met Whumpee’s eyes.

“See anything you like, Whumpee?” Caretaker asked.

Whumpee reached their hand out to a clamshell-shaped crystal. They held it in their hands and admired how it sparkled in the sunlight.

“Can I have this?” Whumpee asked.

Caretaker laughed, clapping Whumpee on the shoulder.

“Of course, silly, what do you think first mate privileges are for? Is that all you want?”

Whumpee nodded, smiling. Caretaker turned to the rest of the crew.

“Alright everyone, take your pick!”

The rest of the pirates scrambled up to the treasure chest, each person taking their pick from it. Whumpee gazed at their new trinket. The longer they held it though, the more weak they started to feel. Whumpee’s knees buckled. Unfortunately, this happened right at the ship’s railing. Whumpee fell over the side and plunged into the water below… right where the ship’s fishing net had been lowered.

“Whumpee!” Caretaker shouted.

Whumpee couldn’t hear Caretaker, or the rest of the crew. Right now their entire body exploded in pain as a transformation began to take place. Their legs fused together into a tail, and little scales spread sparsely across their skin. Their ears became webbed, and their neck grew gills. Whumpee tried to swim back up to the surface, but they had gotten quite tangled in the fishing net. Whumpee thrashed and struggled, which only served to make things worse. By the time Whumpee stopped, they could barely move at all.

Whumpee looked up as the surface came closer and closer. Someone was hauling the net up. The crew pulled Whumpee on deck while Caretaker knelt down beside them, pulling out a small knife. Caretaker gasped at what they saw.

“Whumpee…”

“Is it bad?” Whumpee asked.

Caretaker paused. They started cutting Whumpee free while the crew watched.

“Caretaker, is it bad?” Whumpee repeated.

“Uh, well, you know,” Caretaker stammered, “it’s not great, but it isn’t horrible…”

Caretaker finished cutting Whumpee loose. Their mer tail was out in the open for everyone to see now. The crew stared and gawked.

“Whumpee,” one of them said.

“What in Poseidon’s name-”

“I knew we shouldn’t have gone into that sea cave.”

“Is it bad luck to have merfolk aboard?”

“Alright, alright, that’s enough!” Caretaker shouted.

Caretaker swept Whumpee up into a bridal carry. Whumpee’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment. They buried their face into Caretaker’s chest to avoid the crew’s stares.

“Everyone get back to work while I get to the bottom of this,” Caretaker ordered, “and don’t touch that chest. Who knows what else in there is cursed.”

Caretaker brought Whumpee into their cabin and laid them down on the bed.

“Caretaker, what’s happening? How do we fix this?”

“I’m thinking, I’m thinking,” Caretaker said, pacing back and forth.

Whumpee took a blanket and started drying themselves off. When the last drop of water had been dried, their tail severed into a pair of legs once again, and their ears and skin went back to normal.

“Well, that was easy,” Whumpee said.

“Don’t be so sure, Whumpee,” Caretaker said, “I think you touched a siren’s crystal. They’re known to be cursed. I’d wager if you got wet again, your fins would come right back.”

“You don’t know that-”

The cabin boy came running in.

“Chef said to bring you this,” he said, “and- oh!”

In his haste to bring it to Whumpee, the cabin boy spilled a cup of water all over them. Whumpee immediately turned back into a merperson.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright, just go,” Caretaker said.

The cabin boy nodded and scurried out of the room. Caretaker turned to Whumpee, who had tears in their eyes.

“Whumpee, don’t cry,” Caretaker said, “we can work through this-”

“How!?” Whumpee sobbed, “I live on a ship, surrounded by water! There’s no way to avoid getting wet here!”

“We’ll just have to find a cure then,” Caretaker said.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Caretaker said, “we’re going to scour the seas until we find a way to fix this.”

“What about the crew?” Whumpee asked, “surely they won’t want to drop everything just for this.”

Caretaker smiled knowingly.

“Why don’t we ask them what they think then?”

…

Caretaker carried Whumpee on deck.

“Everyone!” Caretaker called, “how do you feel about finding a cure to Whumpee’s fin fiasco?”

The crew erupted in cheers and words of encouragement.

“Then back to work, all of you! We’re getting to the bottom of this if it means sailing past the edge of the world!”

The crew cheered again, then went back to their respective tasks.

“Ha, and you were worried,” Caretaker said, bringing Whumpee back into their cabin, “everyone here cares about you, Whumpee. What do you think loyalty means?”

Whumpee smiled at Caretaker. Loyalty… just one of the many benefits of being Caretaker’s first mate.

ko-fi

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[the-introverted-writer-for-life]

Prompt: day 14 cornered

It's a short one this time, I didn't have an awful lot of time to write it. Hope you enjoy it all the same :)

@whumpcember

CW: drugging, unconsciousness, chasing

“Run! Get out of there!” A’s earpiece shrieked in D’s voice.

A's legs complied instantly. Bolting out the door, they turned right at random and pelted down the corridor. Controlling their breathing, A focused on long strides and bounded through the endless warren like their life depended on it.

Which it did, judging by D's frantic yells through the comms. “Left! Keep going now! Now right! Another left! They're hot on your tail. Left then right! No, I said right! No, no, no no no no!”

A was racing down a corridor at top speed, before three agents in white suits turned the corner in front and held up their stun dart guns. A skidded to a stop and, after confirming that back the way they came was also blocked by agents, fled into another corridor to their left - and too late realised their fatal mistake.

It was a dead end.

Six, no not six, eight agents closed in, holding their guns high. D cursed through A's earpiece, but A hardly even registered it. Taking a defensive stance, they wondered how many they could take out with a single roundhouse kick - not many of them, they concluded, if any. No doubt they would have been trained on exactly this.

The agents were close, too close for comfort. They formed a barrier the width of the narrow corridor, blocking any way out. There were no doors or rooms leading off the end where A was.

They were cornered.

Ziing!! A dart whipped through the air before A could do anything to react. A briefly felt a sharp burst of pain in the right of their neck, before their vision clouded and finally went black.

[whumpshots]

Whump Snippet Saturday #12

"You gotta stay strong, whumpee," caretaker calls over the wind as they carry them further and further through the snow on their back. The storm surprised them, neither of them was prepared for this weather.

But with whumpee's injury, it's even harder to make their way back to their base. Caretaker was barely able to stop the bleeding, now they can't even see what's before them.

"Leave me," whumpee mumbles with that little strength they have left. "At least you have to get out of here."

Caretaker grits their teeth. "The fuck I'm gonna leave you out here. Save your strength, whumpee. I'm gonna get us out of here."

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptember 2023, Day 14

“I’m on my way. Just hold on a little longer”

Bleeding out | In and out of consciousness  | Voice cracking

The Bee’s Whumptember Masterlist

~1150 words

CW: kidnapping, blood, implied gun (shots fired), kinda reckless driving tbh

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Caretaker's phone buzzed beside them, startling them out of their deep sleep. They groaned and blearily slapped at their side table, grasping around until their hand crashed haphazardly into the offending devil rectangle, the bright screen blasting them in the face as they turned it on to check the caller ID. They let out a strangled cry, ducking back under their covers to protect themself, and slammed the phone back down on the side table.

Unknown number. They weren’t gonna answer that shit, it was almost 2 am. The phone stopped buzzing, and Caretaker snuggled down again to go back to sleep. And everything was peaceful.

The phone buzzed again. Incessantly. Caretaker whined as they blasted themself with horrible horrible blue light again, though this time they managed to turn their phone brightness all the way down before slamming their phone back onto the bedside table. Not that it helped much. Same unknown number. They snuggled back in again, swearing that there’d better not be another–.

Bzz bzz bzz bzzzzzzzz. 

Caretaker slapped the obviously-too-dense-to-realize-Caretaker-was-ignoring-them caller up to their face, red eyes staring blearily at the barely illuminated wall.

“Whaaa-aaaaa-aattt~” they whined to whoever was on the other side of the phone. “What’s so important in the middle–”

“Hello?” the caller gasped urgently. “Is this, ah– Caretaker?”

“Yes…? This is Caretaker… Something wrong?”

“Oh thank fuck…” The caller gritted. “So, uh, how do I say this… I have your friend Whumpee here–”

Suddenly, Caretaker wasn’t so tired anymore. “What?! Y-you have Whumpee? Wait, wait, wait, w-wait, if you’re the kidnapper, I can’t get you any money right now, I’m kinda a bit broke, but JUST HOLD ON–”

“I’m not a kidnapper! What?” The voice yelled over Caretaker, cutting them off and doing nothing to slow their now racing heart. “Look, just listen–”

“Wait, no, no, if you’re not the kidnapper,” Caretaker demanded with a voice way sterner than they felt. “Then why do you have Whumpee?”

“I– I don’t– I’m not– just listen to me!” The caller sputtered urgently, phantom tears edging their voice as it cracked incessantly. “Please, just– I–”

The caller let out a sob. Caretaker sat listening as requested, stunned, anxiously waiting for them to get the full sentence out because apparently they had found Whumpee.

“Alright– look, I just– I was at home, right, business as usual, and then my doorbell rang, so-so I go to open it, as you do, and I found this person bleeding out in the middle of my doorstep, about to pass out, and they’re like, begging me to help them, so of course I do, because what else could I do, and I brought them inside and got them some chicken broth and now they're bleeding out on my couch and they won’t let me call an ambulance so I asked them who I should call because I’m not just gonna let them bleed out on my couch and they really are bleeding a lot–”

“-- and they gave you my number…” Caretaker finished shakily, mostly so the person on the other end of the phone wouldn’t run out of oxygen and die before they could get all the info across. Then Caretaker would have two unconscious people to deal with.

“W-well, kinda, they gave me your name, then passed out, for real this time. I couldn’t get them to wake up again. Then I looked you up and found your number, and they’re still alive, but there’s so, so much blood, I don’t know what to do–”

Caretaker leaped out of bed and wrestled their feet into their suddenly very stubborn shoes, barely even remembering to put on a shirt. “What’s your address? I’ll be right over, I’ll explain everything, but I need your address, now.”

“Uh, uh, it’s 1234 Kidnapper St.!”

“Awesome.” Caretaker typed the address into their GPS and pumped their fist in the air as they climbed into their car. It was close. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Stay on the phone with me until then, and maybe look up some First Aid stuff for bleeding, please. I’ll help when I get there.”

“Okay, okay, thank you, thank you so much…”

As they drove, Caretaker couldn’t believe that Whumpee had been so close the entire time. They’d been looking for Whumpee for almost a week now, and they had been just 15 minutes away the entire time? Because with the state Whumpee was in, it didn’t sound like they could get very far before… Oh shit.

“Hey, hey, what’s your name by the way?” Caretaker tried not to sound panicked.

“Uh, Citizen, why?”

Well, the name didn’t ring a bell, at least. “Alright, Citizen, you need to make it look like no one’s home. Lights off, right now. We don’t know if the kidnapper’s looking for Whumpee, or–”

Citizen gasped suddenly. “Whumpee’s waking up!”

Caretaker sputtered, all warnings forgotten. “Give them the phone!”

Caretaker heard some frantic rustling as the phone presumably changed hands, a distant “You okay? Take this, it’s the person you told me to call,” then…

“Care–... Caretaker?” A bleary voice came through Caretaker's phone, so much weaker than Caretaker remembered. Caretaker gasped with grief-riddled joy, clutching the steering wheel as hard as they could, holding back tears that would blur their vision.

“Yes, yes it’s me, Whumpee,” Caretaker gasped. “I’m on my way over, I’m on my way, I’m coming… I’ll be there in–” Caretaker checked the GPS again. “-- 6 minutes. Just sit tight… I’m so glad you’re okay…”

“Caretaker, I-I, I escaped, I did it…” Whumpee sounded like they were about to pass out, but the smile in their voice was palpable. “I f-found a house, I’m getting help from thi-is nice person. They gave me soup-p.”

Caretaker couldn’t stop tears from flowing down their cheeks. The outside streaked by in a dark sludge. “That’s great Whumpee, I’m proud of you…”

“I’m really hurt though, th-they hurt me a-a lot. I’m bl-bleeding all over this couch…” Whumpee’s voice pitched up, matching Caretaker’s. “Not sure I’m gonna make i-it...” 

“No, no, Whumpee, you’re gonna make it. I’m on my way, just hold on a little longer,” Caretaker urged gently. “Just hang on, 4 minu–”

A loud shatter and crack could be heard through the tinny speaker of the phone. Then a scream. Multiple screams. Caretaker slammed on the break so they wouldn’t crash their damn car as their heart sprang into maximum overdrive, and clawed their phone back up to their ear again.

“Whumpee?! WHUMPEE!! CITIZEN! WHAT’S GOING ON!?”

Caretaker heard shuffling over the speaker, voices they couldn’t make out that were definitely not Whumpee or Citizen. Then shots being fired, a tussle, cries of pain. Then–

“Is that a fucking phone call?” a gruff voice came through the speaker. “Shit!”

The call went dead.

Caretaker slammed on the gas pedal, the car screechibg and protesting underneath them as they rapidly picked up speed. 

Shitshitshitshitshit.

Caretaker had better not be too late.

@whumptember

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