Whump prompt #66
Whumpee stumbled back, stuttering out the words. They'd been behaving lately, all to avoid this. "I... I thought the whip wasn't necessary anymore?"
"So did I, baby. So did I."
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Eddie watched It and decided to hide in the sewers on Halloween with a red balloon to scare kids. It was all fun and games until Steve saw a hand sticking out of a sewer grate and fainted thinking some sort of Upside Down human-mind-melding creature would try to kill them all again (and the rings only served to scare him even more because a hand with rings like those could really only belong to Eddie).
Cut to Robin screaming at Eddie for scaring Steve into another concussion and whisper-shouting at Steve for fainting and hitting his head when everything with Eddie was always sort sort of dramatic ruse.
But really, the guy had already been framed for murder, haunted by a bad-kid-with-superpowers-turned-evil-adult, held back three times, and stabbed accidentally. Steve took every misfortune seriously after that unfortunate incident.
Eddie stumbling over his words to Hopper trying to explain how Steve got yet another head injury on his watch while also trying to persuade him to lower his shotgun and not shoot him ensures that the Halloween sewer incident not happen again.
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“You are important.”
“I’m really worried about you. You need to take care of yourself, because you’re not okay, we can see it. are you drinking water and eating?”
“You’re scaring me. cause I know that you’re not okay, but I can do nothing.”
“Every day I hope to find something about the eggs because I can’t stand seeing q!Bad sad anymore”
“He’s changing every day, turning into something like a ghost… I’m so worried, it’s like at any moment he could just disappear.”
“I feel powerless. I think q!Bad is suffering a lot, but he doesn't admit it. I really want to help him, I've been thinking really hard about how to help him”
“He took me around, we hang out, he helped me a lot and gave me items. He is my best friend. I don’t know what I should do…”
ough q!bagi. every time she talks about q!bad it makes my heart break, she is so kind. they’ve known each other a week, but she says with her whole chest that this is my best friend and I Will find a way to help. she is the only person q!bad has straightforwardly admitted not being ok to. I’m so….
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Memories
"So, you remember all the rules, hm? And the punishments that go with them, of course."
"Of course," Whumpee mumbled and, prompted by a sharp gaze, continued: "The whip."
Whumper nodded, slowly circling the kneeling figure. A sly smirk crossed his lips as he threw a quick glance to Caretaker, subdued, helpless, utterly powerless as he too was forced to his knees.
"Good," he said and stopped pacing, kneeling down in front of Whumpee. "Tell me, what do you remember from that, exactly? Hm?" He brought up a finger to their chin and before he even brushed over their skin, Whumpee's eyes found his.
Reluctantly, trembling under Whumper's expecting gaze, Whumpee forced themself back to the recesses of their mind, the place that they avoided at all costs. A little corner with dark memories from their previous captivity, memories that despite all their safeguarding sometimes slipped free at the moment they were least wanted, when Whumpee was least prepared.
What did they remember... The pain, obviously. That blinding sharp pain crossing into their skin. How it didn't fade, how the pain just spread and lingered and worsened with every following lash.
But those weren't the memories that slipped free. In unguarded moments, they heard a voice crooning, echoing in their mind.
"I... I hear the lashes of the whip. And... your voice. Cold. Counting after every crack."
Whumper nodded. "How about your own voice? Do you hear your own screams?"
Whumpee thought for a bit, tensed up, reliving the memories in vivid detail. The pain, the despair, the rotten sound of the whip. How their lips parted in a scream, how their voice rasped in their throat... but they couldn't recall the sound. "No..." they simply said in barely more than a whisper.
Whumper hummed. "I do. I remember them well, especially how your voice cracked."
He stood and with the lightest brush over their cheek, Whumpee followed right along. "But I don't mind if you refresh my memory."
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