#watched my whumpee get shot today

[whumpster-dumpster]

Sometimes it doesn’t need to be an overt or dramatic reaction from the whumpee like grunting/crying/screaming, sometimes it’s all in the glazed eyes and a small, faint, shaky breath

[kywaslost]

Hiya! I read your platonic shinsou fanfic and I was wondering if you could write a fanfic where y/n (fem please) is a pre-teen and gets adopted into the erasermic family but she has a fear of men, and she struggles to do things because she's worried she would look bad/they might do something. Thank you if you do xxx

You’re Safe Here - Shinsou Hitoshi

A/N: Now that I’ve written this entire thing, I’ve realized my dyslexic self read your request as mainly Shinsou. I feel stupid. I’m so sorry lol. If you’d like me to rewrite this I will. I was going to but I really like how this turned out. Please forgive me <3 I also used the prompts below that I found because I thought they’d fit the request.

Prompt/s Used: Lighting whumpee’s favorite candles, or listening to their favorite music, to tell whumpee that the space is theirs and that it will always be safe. / You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. / You don’t feel safe here, do you? 

After being tossed between foster homes for so long, you should be ecstatic to finally be adopted, right? Except you weren’t. You were petrified, to be honest. Usually, you’d meet your supposed new adoptive family and spend time with them while papers and forms were filed and signed, or at least that’s what you’d heard from other foster children throughout the years. But for some reason you were told to back your bags one day to meet your new family. And to top it all off, you were being adopted into a house consisting of only men.

It was a childish fear, to be afraid of almost every male on the planet, but it’s not like you can help it. Men from your past weren’t kind to you, resulting in an aversion to guys of almost every age. You avoided them when you could, fearing they would criticize you, or worse, use you. Being a young female in today’s society isn’t always easy, and you thought it would be safer to just avoid men as best you could.

You met your new fathers first. They were the ones to pick you up from the park where they agreed to meet you with your social worker. They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t help but hide behind your social worker as they approached you.

“Excuse her,” your social worker smiled. “She’s a bit weary around men.”

“That’s alright!” The one with blonde hair smiled widely. “We understand!” The man was practically vibrating with excitement. So much so the man behind him had to place a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Hizashi. You are going to overwhelm her.”

You shot the black haired one a grateful look, thankful for his calmness. You were overwhelmed with anxiety and fear, and you couldn’t help but fear the blonde.

“I’m Shouta. Shouta Aizawa,” the second man said, crouching down a few feet in front of you.

“And I’m Hizashi Yamada!” The blonde smiled brightly, standing beside Aizawa.

Shouta slowly extended a hand out towards you, offering a small smile. “I understand that this is very overwhelming for you. A lot of new changes and new scenery, and I understand you are a bit afraid. How you feel is valid, I promise you. We will be here every step of the way to help you through it.”

You looked between the two men, then to your social worker. She just smiled and nodded encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, you slowly reached out and took Aizawa’s hand. That’s when your social worker patted your shoulder, then voiced that she’d be taking her leave now that you were in the hands of your new caretakers. Your breathing hitched as you watched her leave, panic slowly taking over your body. You jerked your hand back from Aizawa, pulling it to your chest without any thought, too caught up in trying to suppress an oncoming anxiety attack. 

“That’s alright, you don’t have to touch me yet. That’s ok, take your time,” Aizawa said calmly. Both him and Hizashi started to notice your growing panic, glancing quickly at each other before Aizawa stood. 

“Hey, why don’t we sit, yeah?” Hizashi offered, worry clear in his eyes. You nodded sharply, slowly following Hizashi over to a bench. He let you sit down before asking, “Can I sit over here?” He motioned to the other end of the bench and you nodded. You pulled your knees up to your chest, closing your eyes to concentrate on your breathing. 

Eventually you evened out your breathing and calmed your nerves ever so slightly. Uncurling yourself, you stood as you took in one last deep breath. Aizawa was sitting in front of you again, watching you closely. So was Hizashi.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m ok now.” 

The two men also stood. “Don’t apologize,” Aizawa said softly. “Take as much time as you need. We can sit here longer if you’d like?” You shook your head.

“You’re sure?” Hizashi asked and you nodded in response.

“Let’s get you home then.” 

You followed them to their car, freezing as Hizashi opened the door for you. You began to shake slightly again. Getting into the car encloses you with two men whom you barely knew. Needless to say, you were uncomfortable.

“Would you feel more comfortable if we walked?” Aizawa offered from the driver’s side of the car. “We aren’t too terribly far, it shouldn’t take too long. Would you feel safer if we walked?”

After thinking about it, you mumbled a quiet, “Can we?”

Hizashi responded, “Of course!” He turned to his husband. “I can come get the car later after patrol.”

You met their son later that night once dinner was served. It took a while to get used to the thought that you had a family now, and you spent several hours on the couch in the living room trying to grasp the fact that you were now living with three men. It calms your nerves to know that Aizawa and Hizashi were pro-heros, and their son was a hero-in-training, but that didn’t mean you were still on edge. You knew very little about your new family, and until then you would hypothetically sleep with one eye open.

Shinsou seemed nice enough, and he even watched whatever you wanted while your new fathers got ready for patrol. You assured them that you would be alright staying behind with Shinsou, and they apologized profusely for not being able to get out of work for the night. 

Once they had left, it was just you and Shinsou sitting in the living room. You were curled up on one end of the couch, and he was at the other end, giving you your space. You couldn’t help but watch him out of the corner of your eye, afraid he may make a move when you weren’t looking. The purple-haired boy noticed your staring, then turned his gaze from the tv to you.

“You don’t feel safe here, do you?” He asked. His question caught you off guard, and you didn’t answer. “Dad and Pa told me that you may be on edge for a while, that you had an aversion to males. I can only assume it has to do with childhood trauma? You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. I’m a good listener, and I don’t know, I always find it easier to talk to people closer to my age. And if there’s anything I can do to help this transition be smoother for you, please tell me.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked away, nodding. “I think I’m going to go take a shower,” you said as you stood, hugging yourself tightly.

Shinsou nodded, eyes softening. “Ok. Do you remember where the bathroom is?” He helped you find everything you needed, even offering you a pair of his sweatpants and an old shirt to change into.

You took your time in the shower, even taking a moment to sit and cry. It had been a long and tiring day. You were so excited to have a permanent home, but still nervous given the situation. Once you had composed yourself, you stepped out of the shower and got dressed.

The house was silent as you stepped out of the bathroom, just as it was before. You could hear the TV in the living room where you assumed Shinsou still sat on the couch. Except when you entered the hallway, you could hear music coming from further down the hall. You made your way to your new room, not thinking much of it. Shinsou’s room was across the hall, so it could have been him.

You pushed your door open, standing still in the doorway when you took in the room. Your stuff was still sitting on the end of your bed, except now there was a lit candle on your night stand. And the music was coming from your room. A laptop sat open on the small desk in your room, spotify open and playing your favorite music artist. 

“I hope you don’t mind,” Hitoshi said behind you. You turned around to see him standing in the hallway. “Dad and Pa had a list of things you like, so I looked at it.” He smiled softly, putting his hands in his pockets. “I-I wanted you to know that this is your space. You’re safe here. So,” he chuckled, “the candle is, uh, it’s (fav. scent). And I made that playlist while you were in the shower.”

Your eyes welled with tears again. You couldn’t believe how thoughtful Hitoshi was.

“I’m adopted, too, and it was difficult for me at first. And dad did something similar for me. It helped me so I thought it’d help you.”

Shinsou froze as you dove into him, hugging him tightly. He snapped out of it quickly, though, and hugged you back just as tight.

“Thank you,” you cried into his shirt. “Thank you, Hitoshi.”

He smiled, so proud of you hugging him despite your fear. “Of course. Anything for my new sister.”

[redd956]

More Hospital/Medical Whump Prompts

Had to get more shots and I'll have to get my blood drawn again 😢 😭

Someone kill me/j

CW: Needles, Drugs

A Whumpee scared of the hospital feels betrayed after Caretaker needed to take them there on desperate measures. Now Whumpee won’t speak or even in Caretaker’s direction

Whumpee thought they were secure in the hospital. Doctors would come in and out of there room. One of the doctors pauses before Whumpee, with smiling eyes. They pull their face mask down to reveal they are Whumper.

Whumper was a medical personnel. Whumpee refuses to believe that they cannot possibly be amongst the cast of any hospital.

Caretaker runs an incredibly shabby makeshift clinic (possibly for magic creatures, escaped pet whumpees, people frowned upon by Caretaker’s society) Today they meet one worse than the others, they meet Whumpee.

A panicked violent Whumpee slowing losing the fighting spirit in them, becoming calmer and calmer, until their eyelids flitter close. Caretaker/Whumpee sighs of relief, as the drag the needle out of Whumpee’s skin.

A whumpee afraid of needles/being drugged watching an IV’s contents enter their body, growing frightful with each passing moment.

Again the escape artist, but this time Whumper and Caretaker are both doctors/in charge of Whumpee’s health.

A panicked escape artist turns out to be the local Villain, confessing underneath the influence of medicinal drugs.

Whumpee makes a friendly alliance with another hospitalized Whumpee

[mj-iza-writer]

My first attempt at Living Weapon Whumpee, and writing a fight scene.

Whumpee had accompanied Caretaker to the bank. They had to do a large withdrawal, and Whumpee's protective instincts wouldn't take no for an answer. Caretaker had given up.

Whumpee stood right behind Caretaker, constantly watching their surroundings.

They watched as three people entered the bank. Whumpee instantly felt they were trouble, they tried to warn Caretaker, but they had already stepped up to the teller.

Whumpee stepped up with their back to Caretaker, watching for the first move. They sighed, am I the only one noticing this. They eyed a guard who walked by one of the trouble makers.

"Honestly", Whumpee whispered.

"Did you say something Whumpee?", Caretaker turned.

"There is a problem, we should hurry", Whumpee spoke to them over the shoulder, not taking their eyes off of the three.

Like clock work it started. All three pulled weapons, and started making demands. Everyone started to scream and panic. Most had already fallen to the ground.

Caretaker turned, "Whumpee don't do anything, you haven't healed yet. You'll hurt yourself and we'll have to start all over", Caretaker started to kneel to the ground, grabbing Whumpee by the shoulder and pulling them down as well.

"I promise I will try my best", Whumpee frowned.

One of the guys started towards Caretaker.

"You look like you had some money coming out", they yelled.

The other two started to rush the other tellers.

"Don't", Whumpee spoke calmly.

"Hand it over, and no one gets hurt", the person continued while pointing the gun towards Caretaker.

Caretaker started to hand over the money as quickly as possible.

"Don't", Whumpee stated this time a smile crept onto their face, this person was in a good spot.

"What are you mumbling about?", the guy now pointed the gun at Whumpee.

Caretaker sighed.

Whumpee quickly grabbed the gun and swept kicked the guy off their feet. They quickly crouched on top of them. One hit, knocked out.

The guys came running to assist, and we're met with Whumpee's smirk. Whumpee quickly checked the chamber of the gun. They smiled, this was too easy.

He threw the gun towards the one and kicked the abdomen of the other. He then tackled the one to the ground punched a few times and had almost knocked him out when.

BBBAAANNNGGG!!!!!

Whumpee turned with a stunned look on their face, the other gun wasn't loaded. They thought everyone's gun was unloaded.

They stood and turned to the one who had shot, "I guess that's what I get for thinking", Whumpee spoke sarcastically. "I'm sorry Caretaker."

"I just shot you. Why aren't you down?" the person frowned and stepped back.

"After the hell I've been through, one bullet doesn't make a difference", Whumpee stepped towards them threateningly, "I've looked like Swiss cheese at least once", another step forward.

The person aimed the gun, and fired again.

Whumpee let out a grunt.

"Shit"

Whumpee ran at the guy.

One more bullet, aimed right for the knee. Thankfully Whumpee just got grazed by that, but that one sucked the worst.

Whumpee tackled the guy to the ground, they weren't much of a fighter though.

"No wonder you got the loaded gun", they grinned at the unconscious body.

The crowd erupted in cheers and appreciation.

Whumpee stepped towards Caretaker but fell to the ground. The adrenaline quickly went out, their blood loss caught up with them.

Caretaker was instantly by them.

"You are an idiot", Caretaker complained, as they packed the wounds in prep for the hospital ride.

The police and first responders were starting to run in.

"I guess it's good I came with you today", Whumpee smiled.

Caretaker tightened the tourniquet.

"Oof", Whumpee moaned.

Caretaker roled their eyes, "stay here, you move an inch, you're dead."

Whumpee nodded, scared to defy Caretaker again.

Caretaker went to talk to the police and show their ID. This gave them and Whumpee a pass.

Caretaker worked for the district and told them their witness testimony would be filed later, they needed to stay with Whumpee.

A paramedic had been called over as well to help Whumpee get loaded into the ambulance.

"Whumpee you are going to ride in the truck, I'm following in my car", Caretaker stood by Whumpee as they were about to be loaded, "please do not fight them on anything medical they do during the ride, I will meet you at the hospital."

Whumpee agreed, "Caretaker did you even get a chance to get the money?"

"Don't worry about it", Caretaker stated while walking away.

Whumpee watched out of the back window during the ride. They had lost Caretaker at a light though, and Whumpee was fighting panic.

"It's okay", one of the medics noticed their blood pressure and heart rate had gone up, they tried to comfort, "like they said, they will meet you at the hospital."

Whumpee nodded, but not knowing where Caretaker was was making them nervous.

Whumpee started to get restless.

"You need to stay calm", one of the medics held onto them.

"Strap them in, they can't get up", the driver yelled.

The straps held down Whumpee. They fought against them and against blacking out.

They started to scream, the straps were bringing back memories of dark rooms and pain.

The medics panicked, which in turn made Whumpee even worse.

The ambulance hurried into the hospital.

Caretaker ran up to the vehicle, they had been nervous when they loss sight of the vehicle. They managed to find a quick route to get there. They wanted to cry when the doors opened, and they saw Whumpee.

Whumpee whimpered when they saw Caretaker, "help me."

Caretaker's heart sank with that request.

"Those straps need to come off now", Caretaker yelled over Whumpee's yelling and the chaos.

"We can't do that, they were trying to stand", one the workers called out.

"They won't try again, they were nervous when they loss sight of me", Caretaker watched Whumpee fight, "they are having a PTSD attack."

The medics stopped to listen.

"They are a victim of senseless abuse, and was used as a living weapon", Caretaker continued, "those straps are giving them flashbacks, you need to take them off, they won't get up again. They will listen to me, I just need to stay with them."

"Start removing the straps", one of them started.

Caretaker walked around to Whumpee head.

"Whumpee I need you to look at me", Caretaker spoke calmly, "the straps are being removed, look you can move your hands."

Whumpee lifted their hands, they were taking short, quick breaths.

"Whumpee I need you to focus. You are not there anymore, you are with me now. I won't let them hurt you anymore", Caretaker gently carded Whumpee's hair, "do you trust me Whumpee?"

Whumpee shook, their breathing still short and quick.

"Mmm", Whumpee managed to say through their breaths.

"We need to get them in, their heart rate is at a bad level for all of that blood loss. They could have a serious problem", a doctor who had come out stated.

"I need them to get out if this panic attack first, if you take them in there like this, I won't be able to control them", Caretaker looked at the doctor, "I know what I'm doing."

Whumpee kept a constant eye on Caretaker, they blinked several times, and tried to regain their composure.

Caretaker turned their attention back to Whumpee, and noticed the blinking.

"Okay Whumpee, I see you trying to get out of it, your breathing is still quick, but okay", Caretaker continued, "okay Whumpee can you trust me?"

"Y-yes yes controller", Whumpee stuttered.

"Controller?", the doctor questioned.

"They were trained to be a human super weapon, they were used and abused in wars that we will never know about", Caretaker explained, "a controller was someone who had controlled and trained the human weapons, unfortunately I had to take on that role for Whumpee because of how dangerous they are. They need someone they trust, someone who knows how to talk them down. I am their caregiver first and would never use them as a weapon, but I still have to take this role seriously."

Whumpee still kept their eyes on Caretaker. They had gained some composure back. They took a few deep breaths.

"Okay, I have their attention", Caretaker looked over Whumpee, "this ID gives me permission to stay with them at all times. Since they are in this state I need to be in their line of sight at all times."

"Why?", one of the medics asked.

"They are not relaxed. If they were relaxed, I can be in my Caretaker role", Caretaker frowned, "I am on controller duty, that is what they are recognizing me as. They will count on me to get them through this."

"That doesn't make sense", the doctor complained, "you are making them sound like a dog."

"Well their are similarities yes", Caretaker agreed, "unfortunately this is their dynamic they need. You can either deal with that, or I'll request a new doctor. My ID gives me that permission as well."

"I've been given this case though", the doctor argued.

"I will do what's best for Whumpee, I will not allow you to judge their situation", Caretaker frowned.

"And yet they have three bullet holes in them", the doctor retorted, "your making them miss medical attention."

"I'd make your choice quickly then", Caretaker frowned.

"Ok we do this your way", the doctor hurried, concerned for the patient.

Caretaker walked along side the gurney through the halls. He was careful to stay in Whumpee's vision.

The truth was they didn't even know the full job of a controller, and only got by out of crossed fingers and hope.

Whumpee had tried to explain it several times, to no avail.

Whumpee kept a constant eye on Caretaker as the medical team worked quickly, most shocked they were still alive.

Caretaker frowned, "I wish I could give them what they require of me, I don't know if that would help them or not."

[whump-queen]

ONE MINUTE 

part 1 of a vampwhump collab w @unorganisedalienrubbish <33 (yes I finally made a pathetic lil vampire meow meow oc)

tags: vampire whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, blood drinking, pet whump, mind fucky shit idk, my usual nonsense

ty to beta readers @quietly-by-myself and @whumpsday <3

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At last, Rowe took off the restraints, and Aris’ hands were finally free. 

Now, the only thing that kept him tethered to his—owner—was the heavy collar and chain around his throat.

Aris’ head was pounding, but he glared daggers up at Rowe, the edge of his own furrowed brow pressing down into his periphery.

Rowe was gloating, Aris was sure. The way they leaned back in their seat and smiled, looking terrible and smug and punchable as always—

But what could Aris do?

Rowe still held the chain.

Even with his hands freed, Aris hadn’t moved an inch. He may have still been slightly concussed but surely he wasn’t that stupid.

He knew how it would go down.

What would happen if he refused.

He knew he wouldn’t last ten seconds before he’d feel his skull cracking against the floor when Rowe inevitably yanked him down hard by the chain around his neck.

He had learned better than to try anything.

He’d learned more times than he could remember, and Rowe seemed to relish each painful reminder.

So Aris stayed. He loathed how weak he was now, but he stayed just where he was ordered—a spot on the floor just past the edges of Rowe’s shoes.

His knees ached.

Rowe’s voice cut through the silence as though they could read his mind.

“So obedient with the promise of food.”

Aris watched as they smiled and flicked out a switchblade, raising their arm and slashing the blade through the skin where their neck met their shoulder. 

"You've got one minute. Go."

Aris’ shot up instantly—eyes gleaming with a violent red.

Rowe chuckled, amused at how quickly the vampire scrambled on top of them before the first droplets of blood had even begun to drip from the wound. He breath was frantic—his hands clawing at his clothes, and desperate to get at their throat—he’s finally, finally allowed to—

‘You haven’t fed me in so long.’

Rowe felt the familiar stab of pain when razor-sharp fangs pierced their skin. They grit their teeth. Focused their energy right behind their eyes. 

It may have been familiar, but they weren’t sure they’d ever get fully used to it. To letting their pet feed. 

It was a sickly, intrusive feeling—the way the vampire’s teeth would bury in deep and sink down through the layers of muscle in their neck, popping through layers of tendons one after another like tiny, probing needles. 

It felt like minutes in Rowe’s head, but it was a mere instant before the vampire’s fangs hit paydirt, and Aris was gulping down his owner’s blood like a desperate, dying castaway.

Tasting his first drop of water in days. 

Rowe suspected it was probably worse, being starved of blood for weeks like that.

But it was the most analogous experience they could think of, right then.   

The vampire’s breath pulsed warm and heavy against their neck, an exhale of relief interrupted by a little gasp of desperation as he continued. Aris’ voice only got more and more pathetic until he was whining with gratitude against Rowe’s skin, sounding so grateful and reverent to even be allowed—allowed to feed, allowed his owner’s own blood—

‘Oh, it's an honor, sir.’ 

To be permitted a brief respite from the constant ache—

—the chance to not exist in complete agony, if even just for a moment. 

‘That you have decided not to starve me today.’

Yes, he’s so grateful he could cry. 

He won’t forget his place this time. 

Rowe let out a breathy laugh—a poor attempt to conceal the low, pleased hum that might reveal they’d hit that point where it all started to feel…dangerously pleasant.  

Not that Aris was even listening—he was far too lost in the pulsing arteries that ran down his owner’s neck. Tears streaked his cheeks. He was nearly gnawing at Rowe’s flesh now, trying to bury his fangs in deeper still, gulping down as much as he could before his time was up. 

Rowe hummed against their pet’s hair, rubbing small circles into his back.

 “Mm, hungry little thing, aren’t we?”

The vampire heard this. 

‘You say that like you haven’t kept me starved for weeks.’ 

He was surprised to hear his own voice in his head again. It was as though the slightest bit of energy he’d gathered in the past few seconds were enough to restore his habit of talking back. 

He might have even said it aloud, were he not so desperate to never unclench his teeth from his owner’s neck.

Until his jaws were forcibly pried apart. 

Yes, he’d be dead before he’d let anything stop him from taking as much as he possibly could, for the precious seconds he was allowed. 

After all, he had no idea when—or if—he’d get a chance like this ever again. 

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ok we gon taglist cuz this sat in my drafts finished for over a month 0.0

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part 2 is up! link in pinned !!

[whump-only]

One-shot story with the trope of a whumpee being given an unpleasant choice by the whumper. Hero uses they/them pronouns

CW: dehumanization, stabbing, magical torture (both explicit and promised), master/pet dynamics 

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Pet cowered under the table, forgotten by both Hero and Villain who were locked in furious battle. Pet shrunk away from the hot roar of his master’s magic, the crack of splintering furniture as it was thrown aside. Pet could see just a blur of Hero’s boots and dark pants, running, lifting off the ground in powerful jumps. Pet wondered what type of person barged into Villain’s lair at dinner time and barely uttered a word before drawing a gun, aiming. What type of person thought they could kill Villain…

The table lurched as Hero slammed into it. Pet yelped, then quickly slapped his hands over his mouth.

Pet hoped they hadn’t heard. But Hero crouched down and seemed to look directly at Pet before Pet could recoil. In the next moment, a blast of Villain’s magic smashed into the wall next to Hero as Hero leapt away, only just in time. 

Pet ducked from the scorching heat and the ensuing gust of hot wind. When Pet looked up, the table had been thrown by the blast, leaving him exposed. 

Pet scanned for cover but his attention was caught by Hero who was looking directly at him. They locked eyes for a second and Pet thought he saw Hero point his finger toward the far wall before jumping away from another one of Villain’s blasts. 

Pet glanced in the direction Hero had indicated. There was nothing except splintered dining chairs. And the door. Was Hero indicating the door? But the door was such a long, treacherous distance away. 

Pet looked back towards Hero who was in a constant motion, leaping. But as Pet tracked Hero’s movements, it occurred to him that if Hero continued to move along the far wall like that... that would focus Villain’s attacks. And leave an open path. Pet took off to the door. 

It was working. Pet could tell Villain’s magic wasn’t being channeled in his direction. He could safely get out of Villain’s way—

A cry rang out, followed by a muted thud. Pet whipped around and sure enough Hero had been hit out of the air. They were writhing on the ground as Villain’s magic coursed through them. Pet winced, knowing how that felt. How your muscles were fire. How it made you want to beg, beg and die to make it stop. How stupid Hero was for coming here, of course they couldn’t defeat Villain!, Pet thought bitterly. 

“Ts. A little distracted today, are we Hero?” Villain said, his voice ringing clearly through the dining hall. “Unlucky for you.” The heels of Villain’s good shoes clicked on the hardwood as he walked casually up to Hero who was probably still twitching. The magic made you twitch, Pet knew. Pet didn’t want to watch. Villain hated when his good shoes got dirty…

“Fuck you, Villain,” Hero coughed, “Back there, you almost hit…” there was a pause and Pet could feel Hero’s eyes on his back. “…Your sidekick?”

Pet prickled with embarrassment and fear as surely now Villain was staring too, angry, angry at Pet for getting in the way!

“That. Is not my sidekick,” Villain said simply before releasing another hit of magic, this time from close range.

Pet squeezed his eyes closed, knowing it must’ve made Hero’s whole body jump, how it burned from the inside out. A sudden sob caught in Pet’s throat. 

Hero would die and it would be Pet’s fault, for distracting them, for getting in the way. Surprised by his own audacity, Pet ran back toward Villain. 

Villain drew his sword, and Pet knew its most likely path, could trace its swift plunge into Hero’s chest. No, Pet thought desperately, but Hero didn’t even seem to register that this was their last few seconds alive. Instead Hero fixed a quizzical look on Pet, mouthed something. Go. Run. 

Pet didn’t have time to think about that— Reaching Villain, Pet dropped down to all fours breathlessly and gently bumped his head into Villain’s leg. 

Villain snapped his hand down and hit Pet’s head and Pet yelped. Villain’s hand sparked with magic and Pet tensed for the ripping pain that was certainly deserved.  

But Villain just leaned down and scratched Pet’s hair lightly, behind his ears. “Puppy. Not now. Master is busy.”

Pet breathed with relief at the mercy. He started to back up, get out of the way, as Villain commanded. But from this distance Pet now heard Hero’s labored breathing, the kind heavy with pain. Hero thought Pet could get away, didn’t they? That was silly. Stupid. Now they’d die. Die because of Pet. 

Before Pet could stop himself, he let out an urgent whimper and touched his head to Villain’s leg again. 

Villain didn’t look down this time. “I said get out of my way.” He kicked Pet hard in the stomach. 

Pet shifted back, hurting and ashamed. But when Villain grabbed Hero’s face, Pet couldn’t stand it and blurted, “No! Please don’t kill them! Please?”

Villain’s cold attention was now fully fixed on Pet. “Puppy,” Villain growled “…Why shouldn’t I?”

Pet was frozen under Villain’s anger. “Um. I just. Um. I-I just thought—“

Villain moved his hand down from Hero’s face to their neck, wrapping his deadly fingers around. Pet thought he could feel the light squeeze on his own windpipe.

Villain explained coolly, “Hero came here to kill your master. Look at the mess they made, destroying my dining room. And you want to suggest I just let them go? Would that be fair?”

Pet shrunk to the ground, covered their head. Of course Villain was right. What had Pet been thinking? “N-No. I’m sorry, Master.” 

Villain rested the tip of his sword on Hero’s chest. “Yes. Hero deserves to die.” 

Pet covered his ears. But instead of hilt hitting ribcage, Villain spoke. “Say, for example, I did let Hero live. Would you pay for Hero’s mistakes? How much is Hero’s life worth to you, Pet?”

Pet sat up, surprised. The tip of Villain’s sword still rested on Hero’s chest. Hero too, raised their eyebrows. 

Pet stumbled for ideas. “I’ll clean it all up,” Pet motioned toward the destruction. Villain, of course, just smirked. What could Pet possibly offer that he didn’t already give, whenever Villain asked? “I’ll— um. I’ll…” 

Hero shouted, “Don’t—!“

Villain plunged the sword into Hero’s thigh. Hero shrieked. Pet closed his eyes, curled away, but Villain grabbed him by the collar, yanked him up. 

Pet shakily looked into Villain’s eyes. Look up. Look at me. Pet remembered.

Villain’s gaze was icy. “Focus Puppy. How long does Hero have to live if we don’t touch them anymore?”

Pet squirmed. Pet didn’t need to see the blood gushing out, soaking Hero’s pants, pooling below them, to know it was there. “Ten, ten minutes? Or-or fifteen.”

Hero moaned. Pet wanted to rip away and clap his hands over his ears, but not now. Now he could only tremble. 

“Yes. That’s about right…” Villain mused, looking Hero up and down. Villain then tightened his grip on Pet’s collar, so it bit into his neck. “Say I let you heal Hero. So they can crawl away from here and never come back.” At that, Villain twisted the sword in Hero’s thigh and Hero screamed, and Pet maybe screamed too. 

When the ringing in Pet’s ears subsided, he realized Villain was shaking him, roughly pulling up on his collar. Villain growled, “Go on, tell me. How many days on the table would you spend for Hero?”

“On table?” Pet breathed. That was the worst punishment, worse than anything, reserved for when Pet really misbehaved. He’d only ever done four days at the longest, and that was really early, when he was still bad. Pet was overwhelmed by the memory of it, the nerve wrending—

“Tik tok, Puppy. Hero’s not doing so good,” Villain hummed, and forced him to look at Hero who had slumped over. The sword was still lodged in them, poking out like a toothpick. 

Pet gripped his hair. “I’ll—I’ll— I’ll do seven!” 

Pet stared at Villain’s face, searching, searching for his reaction. Villain stared back, coldly until a small smile twitched on his lips. 

Villain flung Pet aside, sending him hard into floor. When Pet opened his eyes, Villain had already ripped the sword out of Hero’s thigh. 

“And I thought you took a liking to Hero… how sad,” Villain snarled, raising the sword up. 

“No! W-wait! I—I’ll do more!” Pet cried. 

Villain paused, eyes glinting. “Speak quickly.”

“T-Two weeks. I’ll do two weeks,” Pet stammered. 

Villain lowered the sword, then sheathed it. “Fine. Two weeks. You may heal Hero. Though you might want to work quickly.”

Pet exhaled in relief, then scrambled over to Hero, lay his hands on their thigh. 

“I hope you don’t regret your choice, Puppy,” Villain said. 

Pet really, really hoped so too. “Thank you Master,” he replied and willed the magic into his palms. 

[auroragehenna]

Ai-less Whumptober

Day 27 Paranoia

CW/TW: Aftermath of torture, seasoned whumpee, wlw flirting (gasps)

Word count: ?

Did that person just stare at her? The one that looked like an elf. It was hard to tell with the hood on. But her features somewhat resembled hers. Please not, she already finished a job today. But usually people don‘t spend their free time here outside, why else would she be here, her head whispered. No they actually do, this is freaking garden, get it together. Was that a blade she saw glinting in the dusk light? Yes, that‘s also normal. You also carry multiple. The world is a dangerous place you know. My point. Shut up! Over there‘s another person! Shit! Was this a trap?! Did she walk into another trap?! Not again. Wait did the lighting just change?! No, I don‘t think so? Fuck the girl is coming here. Shit, shit, shit. Tierney clutched her hidden blades and went though her spells in her mind.

„I’ve never seen a wallflower this pretty.“, the girl said. Sitting down next to her, with a bit of space and leaning back on her arms and hands. „Are you doing alright thought?“

Tierney looked at her absolutely baffled. Still clutching her hidden weapons. But this wasn‘t a behaviour she encountered before. We can‘t trust her! Before she even really processed it her hand shot down onto the grass, fingers digging into the soil. „I‘m fine. What are you up to?“, she asked still suspicious.

„I’m up to a lot, but not tonight. Tonight is just about the grass between my toes and the stars above my head.“

Tierney looked at her. Her eyes seemed to light up with something deeper. Something more emotional. Before she sighed and started to speak again: „Listen if you‘re here because of my reputation or to kidnap me just say that I‘m done with games.“

„Kidnap you?“ she asked with confusion written all over her face. As her face relaxes again she follows up with: „The only games I play have the goal of relieving idiots from the burden of heavy pockets filled with money.“

Tierney finally relaxed a little bit again. Her other hand eased it‘s grip on the knife and freed it out of it‘s hiding place. She casually lowered her hand with the knife onto the grass and used the other one to release your arms. She nearly smiles a little. „Well I can‘t really judge that.“

„The guards think otherwise“ She laughed. „I know a beautiful place a bit south from here, close to a park, and great view of the city.“

Danger! „I uhm.“ Fuck it, if this is another job then I might as well do it. And if it‘s not then? Uhm… „Yeah, why again?“, she asks confused.

„It’s my safe spot. I thought I share it with you if you need a place to escape reality for a moment“ she smiles. „I‘m Nalani by the way.“

„Tierney. Okay. But no funny business.“, she adds earnestly.

„You can just tie me up with flowers, if you don’t trust me“ Nalani giggled

Tierney smiled a little bit. „Indeed I can.“ She got up on her feet and watched the girl do the same. „Alright. Show me.“, she hesitated, „I would like to see it.“

„would you like the scenic route or walk among the peasants, my lady.“ Nalani snickered, while over exaggerating noble etiquette.

Tierney raised an eyebrow at her. „Typically I like to take routes that have more nature and less people, fair lady.“

„That means we drop the fancy talk and jump from rooftop to rooftop“ She grins before she skillfully jups up the closest building.

A grin also widens up on Tierney‘s face now. She focuses on the fluffy ears on her head until her whole body morphs into one of a cat and follows you up to the rooftop before starting to morph back. But halfway through she get‘s stuck and ends up somewhere in the area of a cat and her own self. She rolls her eyes and balances on her footballs for a few moments. At least it will be good for climbing and jumping. I just hope it won‘t freak Nalani out. But the girls seemed fine and so she followed her over the rooftops through the town.

Nalani giggles a bit as she sees why the tiefling had fox ears beforehand. „I hope as part fox you can keep up with me!“ She yells cheerfully.

Tierney tsk‘d. She wasn‘t yet sure if she liked this weird stranger and she certainly wasn‘t sure if she could trust her.

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[littleperilstories]

Whumptober 2022: #23 :: At the End of Their Rope

Whumptober Masterpost Forced to Kneel | Tied to a Table | “Hold them down.”

Whumpee: Freddie Howell, Fen Bailey-Song

Whumper: Kain Brockhurst

@whumptober-archive / @whumptober

CW: restraints (handcuffs, straps), gag (cloth), torture (head underwater), interrogation

Fen & Freddie

Follows Day 25 and precedes Day 22

As if they couldn’t hear a damn thing he was saying, the men slammed Freddie backwards. He felt his back split open again in a few more places as it crashed against the surface of an empty table. “Hold him down,” Brockhurst ordered.

“Kain, don’t do it.” Fen was whispering, her eyes locked with Brockhurst’s. “Please. Please.”

“Kain, eh?” Brockhurst smirked down at her. “You’re starting to sound like your sister.”

Freddie struggled against the arms holding him on his knees. The floor was cold, unyielding cement, and if they pressed any further, he thought his bones might begin to crunch into sickening shards.

“You don’t get a say in this,” Brockhurst said to Fen, still smiling. “He knows where Bridget’s been hiding. And I will find out.”

Fen thrashed against the arms that held her steady, screaming. Freddie thought his heart would break.

“Come on,” he said, “leave her alone, for fuck’s sake, will you? Haven’t you put her through enough?”

Brockhurst snapped his fingers at one of the goons, and moments later, pain shot through Freddie’s head as the man yanked him to his feet by his hair.

“Are you ready?” Brockhurst asked him, in a mocking voice that was almost sweet.

Fen shivered as she watched, probably with rage. The woman holding her yanked a cloth between her teeth and tied it tightly.

“Jesus Christ!” Freddie couldn’t deal with this, watch this, not not again, not again.  “Leave her alone!”

As if they couldn’t hear a damn thing he was saying, the men slammed Freddie backwards. He felt his back split open again in a few more places as it crashed against the surface of an empty table.

“Hold him down,” Brockhurst ordered.

Oh, this did not bode well. Not at all. “What the fuck—” They were strapping him down, strapping him to it—oh my fucking god—and suddenly the memory of one of the videos of Brockhurst tormenting Fen came to mind. This table, these straps. A needle. Screaming.

“No, no, don’t—”

“Let’s hear it, then,” Brockhurst said pleasantly. “Where’s Bridget been hiding?

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

“Just leave Fen alone, for god’s sake,” Freddie begged.

“You can’t have it both ways.” Kain shrugged. “You don’t want pain, for her or for you? Talk. You don’t wanna talk? Someone’s gotta suffer.”

Freddie realized too late what they were bringing into the room on a wheeled palette, moving with speed and brutal efficiency. As Brockhurst’s goons lifted the basin off the palette, water slipped over the sides of it, spilling onto the floor. They weren’t bringing it toward Freddie, though.

As thru set it down in the centre of the room, the woman dragged Fen forward.

“I asked if you were ready,” Brockhurst said, and before Freddie could even move his mouth, the woman and one of the other shoved Fen’s head below the water’s surface.

Freddie thought his soul left his body and flew away. He was screaming, howling, sobbing already though Brockhurst hadn’t laid a finger on him yet today. All he could see was his friend, the girl he was hopelessly in love with and didn’t know it, and she was bucking against the grips that held her underwater, drowning, drowning, she couldn’t breathe, she was going to die—

They released her and Fen flew backwards, splashing water across the floor, her hair soaked, the gag still in her mouth. Could she breathe?

“Stop!” His voice was hoarse. “Stop, don’t, let her breathe, Jesus Christ, don’t—”

Brockhurst fixed him with a stare, then gestured to his hench-people. “Again.”

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

On These Bloodcurdling Nights

Whumptober 2022 Day 9!

Summary: Written for Whumptober 2022 Day 9. Set in my Httyd Zombie AU. It’s Astrid’s turn to keep watch at night.

Warning: Zombies, Psychological horror

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters: Astrid, Hiccup, Toothless, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut

Pairing: /

Words: 728

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: THE VERY NOISY NIGHT - Sleeping in Shifts | Tossing and Turning

Whumpee: Astrid, Toothless, Hiccup, Snotlout, Fishlegs

Author’s Notes: No matter how many one-shots I've written for JaK and it's continuations so far, I still find more things to write about.

Like this idea right here! I've been thinking about this concept ever since I read the prompt for today.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Enjoy!

AO3

Astrid shoots awake in the middle of the night, she didn’t mean to fall asleep. She woke up because Toothless roused her, he’d grabbed hold of her vest and yanked, hard, because she was nodding forward and would’ve fallen right into the fire the teens had made to keep warm tonight. It’s on the tiled floor and they left the windows open.

A little uncomfortable with this realization, she takes her chair and moves it back a little. She was sitting so close because she wanted the heat, she didn't think she would actually nod off.

Seated once more and Toothless lying back down, Astrid takes a look around the room at everyone as they lie on their sleeping bags. She’s supposed to keep watch, so that’s what she should do. She can tell who’s asleep and who’s still trying to sleep.

The twins, for example, are out like a light and snoring. They had no problem dozing right off. Astrid thinks everything that’s happened in the past couple of months just seems to… slide right off them. Like water off a duck’s back, as the saying goes.

She's not angry at them for it. At least there's someone getting some sleep.

Snotlout is in the process of dozing off, though there’s that infamous sleep start keeping him from his sleep. She’s been watching him toss and turn. Every time it happens, he tries the other side. Again. He’ll probably give up eventually and stay up with her. She can hear him grumble and mumble under his breath, growing more and more frustrated.

Fishlegs doesn’t even try. Too frightened, he lies awake on his back, looking out the window at the clear night sky. He tries to count the stars, but not even in an attempt to sleep, but just to try and calm down. He's quiet and lies so still he hardly dares to breathe.

And then there’s Hiccup, who’s been out cold for hours already and hasn’t moved a finger with Toothless lying by his head, also without sleep. The only reason why they still know he’s alive is that they can see him breathing. And because his dragon isn’t freaking out. But who can blame him? He lost his leg recently, it’s only natural that he would sleep this much once it finally finds him. He lies the softest as they found him blankets for under the sleeping bag and two pillows. One for his head, the other for his leg. It's to help him rest.

It’s a good thing that he can sleep sometimes. For some reason, the nights aren’t quiet here.

The undead, they’re… They’re screaming.

None of them know why. The only one who would want to investigate can’t and Astrid is much more concerned with keeping their group away from the zombie horde. That doesn’t stop the night from being filled with shouting, crying, screaming. Every noise the human throat is capable of; they’re making it and they have no clue why. They sent shivers down her spine, they make Fishlegs whimper. They had no idea some of these noises were even possible before they settled here.

But alas, they can't ask Hiccup to move, not in his state.

This city that they're in is the most crowded they've been in since the pandemic ruined the world.

It’s honestly a surprise that anyone’s getting sleep tonight. She knows that they’re keeping Snotlout up and that this is why Fishlegs has such an easy time not giving in to his exhaustion. As for why Astrid could nod off, she is just so fatigued and her body doesn’t usually do well with a lack of sleep.

She rubs in her eyes. It’s unbecoming of her, but she actually wants to whine and then kick something nearby. That’s how frustrated and sad and angry she is at… Well, at everything! She wants to act like an overstimulated toddler desperate for a nap.

Right now, she hates those noises from the undead the most. She can’t even see them out there, something knocked out the power to all the streetlights in their area. So these are bloodcurdling screams coming from the darkness outside and they come every night without fail.

Astrid covers her ears and presses her forehead against her knees, but she can still hear them. She can always hear them. Every. Single. Night.

[miniscrew-anon]

1, 4, 5, 7, 8 please and thank you ^u^

No thank you ❤️ I was so bored today is dragggggingggg 😩

1. What was your whump awakening?

Transformers: Armada. The year is 2002 and I am 6 years old. I watch my favorite Autobot, Hot Shot, surrendering his most powerful weapon to save his best friend after they fall into a trap. Then I watch him kick ass even without his sword to get them both to safety after he realizes Megatron isn’t planning on letting them leave. Only for it all to end with him getting shot in the back by said best friend in a doublecross, the entire thing having been a ruse from the start. My brain tingles in excitement as I watch my first ever blorbo get curbstomped by three Decepticons.

The moment is seared into me brain. I will spend the rest of my life chasing that high.

4. First whump fic you've ever read, if you remember?

I think I remember? First one I can recall is an old Yu Yu Hakusho fic called Black Tears by IcyPanther. That was waaaay back in the day

5. Favorite whump fic you've ever read?

Heck! You want me to pick just one? Impossible! But I really like

Rude. By Nianso

(Im)miscible by Cheesebun

And basically everything by sister-dear

Yes these are all sickfics shut up

For something a lil more bloody I really enjoyed Honed by Bookwrm389 (orphaned account). It’s a Skyward Sword fic but omg it’s so good

7. Favorite whump fandom?

Linked Universe. I don’t know if it’s the characters or the fandom in general and their atypical focus on found family instead of romance but it’s really fricken good in that fandom

8. Favorite whumpee?

Four, of course! He’s the perfect blend of smol enough to be easily whumped and tough as nails. He can get hurt, but not be pathetic about it, ya know? No one makes him an uwu baby and I love that! My Personal Opinion but people don’t kick the crap out of him enough. There’s not enough fics out there that turn him into a multi-colored paste on the floor. They should do that more. I want that short king Obliterated!

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Whumpril day 23

Content warning: Onscreen death, Stockholm Syndrome (?), Gun violence

23: (smoke, bloodstains, sharing clothing)

Whumpee couldn’t breathe. Their thoughts were a whirlwind in their head, moving so fast that they could barely think at all. They could barely register the sight before them. The knife in their hand, the blood on their clothing, the groaning body laying at their feet.

They don’t know why they did that. The detective had come to save them. The detective had Whumper cornered, a gun to their head and Whumpee freed from their chains. Whumpee didn’t know why they’d grabbed the knife Whumper had threatened them with countless times. They weren’t thinking when they plunged the knife into their savior's side. 

Panic made their tongue thick in their mouth. “I–I don’t…I’m sorry–! I didn’t mean to, I don’t know why, but you–” the knife fell out of Whumpee’s shaking hands. So many thoughts were trying to leave their mouth, coming out as an unintelligible slurry. They didn’t know if they were trying to apologize for their actions or justify them. They didn’t know anything.

Whumpee cried out as arms wrapped around them from behind, drawing them close. “Wow,” Whumper’s voice was almost giddy with shock. Their chin rested on Whumpee’s head.“Good job. You did a good job.” The words stirred something in Whumpee’s chest. They didn’t have it in them to decide what the feeling was.

Whumpee flinched as the detective began to move, arms uncurling from where they were clutching their stab wound to reach for their dropped weapon. Before Whumpee could decide whether to speak or not, Whumper acted. Whumper kicked the detective in the side, eliciting a gasp of pain, and grabbed the gun. 

“Damn, it’s just not your day today, is it?” Whumper mocked, pointing the gun at the detective. “Maybe if you’d just left us alone, I wouldn’t have to kill you.”

The detective shook with pain, but still managed to glare. “You won’t get–”

Whumpee fired two shots into the detective’s chest. The detective didn’t get a chance to scream before falling limp.

“Well that was exciting,” Whumper hummed. Whumpee could only stare ahead. Someone was dead. Someone was dead and it was their fault. They didn’t know why they’d done it, why they’d sabotaged their own freedom to save Whumper. They wanted to go home, but they didn’t want anyone to die, not even Whumper.

But they’d killed someone. To save Whumper. And they didn’t know why–

“Here,” Before Whumpee’s thoughts could spiral further, Whumper spoke. At some point, Whumper had removed their jacket and draped it over Whumpee’s shoulders. “Wait upstairs. I’ll call you."

“B-but you don’t let me–”

“I said wait upstairs," their tone was deceptively light, but left no room for argument.

Whumpee went upstairs. They knew they should've ran; the door was open, left slightly ajar from where the detective had entered. 

They looked down at the blood drying on the thin clothes Whumper had captured them in. What would be the point of running? They wanted to leave, they did, but they'd just killed someone. If they went home now, if anyone ever learned what they'd done–

Whumpee wrapped Whumper's jacket tighter around them, shivering.

They didn't know how long they stood there. They didn't want to think of how trapped they were, the door wide open but with nowhere to go. They didn't want to think at all.

They flinched as Whumper emerged from the basement. It was a surreal sight, seeing Whumper climbing up the stairs instead of watching them come down. 

Whumpee couldn't pull their eyes from the body bag carried in their arms.

"Open the door, we're leaving." Whumper adjusted the weight in their arms. 

"We? But, what are we–"

Whumper smirked. "Isn't it obvious? You're my accomplice now, so you're gonna help me hide a body."

[mj-iza-writer]

Sp Special Containment Part 12

If you are new to this story or you need an update, please check out the hashtag SP Special Containment. -MJ

Andy brought in Aramais's dinner.

"Sorry it's so late, it's been problem after problem today", Andy sighed as he set the tray down.

Aramais grinned as Andy sat in a chair and sighed in relief.

"Doing okay over there?", Aramais chuckled as he got up to look at the food.

"I'll be fine", Andy grinned, "I don't know how Caretaker is keeping up with everything. You trying to shower. A late morning meeting leads into an escaped Jaimie, then a caregiver meeting with the Director. Meetings with you Jaimie and Whumpee. Oh and Mitch went into survival mode today as well."

"Did he?", Aramais sat on his bed to eat.

"Yes, Cass handled it really well. Mitch says he is about to lose it though, he's tired of sitting in that chair", Andy frowned.

Aramais listened and nodded, "yep, that chair can get really uncomfortable if you are in there for long. Coming from experience", Aramais sighed, "you said Cass did good?"

"Earlier I guess Mitch had mentioned that reading has helped him calm down. In the midst of Mitch freaking out Cass calmly read to him until Mitch came out of it", Andy watched Aramais pick at an orange, "want me to peel it for you?"

Aramais nodded.

Andy got up and took the orange.

"I know your fingers don't work right", Andy sighed.

"At least the more useful ones don't", Aramais looked at his hands, "they've been broken so many times."

"I wanted to talk to you about something though", Andy handed the peeled orange to Aramais.

"Thanks", Aramais sighed, "about what?"

"Do you have something that calmed you down? I thought about it when Cass was talking about Mitch and reading", Andy sat down again, "maybe if you have something that keeps you calm, we can use that for showering."

Aramais thought for a minute, "I guess music has always interested me. I don't know if I'd say it calms me though. I've never tested it. I'm just use to my trainers listening to it."

"Would you be interested in trying", Andy smiled.

"Not today I don't want to. Maybe tomorrow we can", Aramais finished the orange, "I don't remember what music though."

"Could you ask the Director two things for me", Aramais watched Andy get up and collect the empty tray, "it doesn't have to be today, you've been busy. Just when you see him next."

"Sure", Andy lifted Aramais's bottle to see how full it was, "not quite empty yet, I'll stop by before you go to bed and fill it."

Aramais nodded, "thanks, can you ask him if I can see the room Mitch will be staying in, then can I be in the hall when he gets transferred."

"I will ask him, but I don't know if he will go for it", Andy sighed.

"Doesn't hurt to ask", Aramais sighed, "thankyou for dinner."

In the morning, Aramais squinted his eyes open.

An annoyingly cheerful face smiled at him.

Aramais looked up tiredly at the person.

"I wondered if I heard the buzzer go off", Aramais sighed groggily, "I was much to tired to care", Aramais let his head fall back into the pillow, "what do you want? Sorry to be straight forward, I'm not a morning weapon. If you want one of those, go find Jaimie."

"Andy warned me", the Director chuckled, "I'm answering a text I received last night about your request."

Aramais looked up again, "hmm."

"I will allow you to see the room, but I had hoped you'd help me with it", the Director sighed, "as for being in the hall during the transfer, I don't know if that is a good idea."

"It was worth a shot", Aramais sighed and sat up, "want me to throw on a shirt, or are you okay seeing my scars."

"No no, you're fine", the Director looked at Aramais's chest, "no need to worry."

"What do you need help with?", Aramais rubbed his face, "it's going to cost you."

"I figured, you normally cost me something when you do favors", the Director chuckled again, "what are you thinking?"

"I don't know, what are you having me do?", Aramais got up to grab his water, then went back to the bed, "it's cold in here", Aramais shivered.

Aramais looked at one of the cameras, "can I talk one of the guards into turning on some heat please."

"We're on it, Aramais", a guard came over the speaker.

"Thanks", Aramais sighed, "so what's going on?"

"The room Mitch is being transferred to was originally going to be your room. It has higher security and safety measures", the Director explained, "once we figured out that you would be okay in this room, we stopped construction on it. We have a couple days before I promised Mitch that the room would be ready. I was hoping you could test the room for me so I know it's ready for a higher leveled weapon. You can do whatever you want to test the room for me. I want to know people will be safe in there with Mitch."

Aramais yawned, "I can do that, Andy, Cass, and you need to be there."

"I can do that. Cass will be here after lunch, they have class until then", the Director stood.

"I'm not done yet", Aramais frowned and watched the Director sit down again, "I don't think Cass is aware of what they are getting into, I heard about them watching videos with Whumpee. I need to scare them. Allow me to do that, I will not hurt them, but they need a warning. I do not want a guard sedating me as I'm going to try to shower today. Andy and I are going to try a new plan."

"What are you going to do with Cass?", the Director looked at Aramais nervously.

"I'm not sure yet, I know they are scared of me, they've said it enough times already. They need to know that this isn't a game. If Mitch wants to, he can do some serious damage. It would be better for me to scare them, and know they won't get injured, then to chance them getting injured or killed by Mitch."

The Director sighed, "okay, I get what you are saying, but I don't like where it's going."

Aramais nodded, "Cass will be okay, I won't hurt them."

"Now for my payment", Aramais grinned, "I'll make it easy. Can you talk Andy into signing off for me to get thicker slippers. I love these things so much, and I want more, but he says I don't need them. I want thick, warm ones."

"You weapons crack me up, Whumpee requested a stuffed toy when I talked to them about Mitch. You want slippers. Maybe I should go see if Jaimie wants something special and send the caregivers on a shopping trip", the Director shook his head, "if I didn't read your records I wouldn't believe that you three were dangerous."

Aramais laughed, "we can't help it, we need to milk this containment one way or another. Why not ask for things we've wanted for a long time?"

Andy rolled Aramais to the room where guards waited.

They were buzzed in and Andy set to work undoing the wheelchair straps.

Aramais looked around the room.

It was about the same size as his room, but it was divided in half by a wall of prison bars.

In the outer room, a metal table was pushed against the bars. A book shelf and a few other furniture pieces were placed.

Aramais went behind the bars and allowed a guard to lock him in.

Cass came in just as Aramais was grabbing the bars.

Aramais looked around. It was a lot like his room just a little tighter, just less space.

Aramais shook the bar door violently.

It creaked with the movements.

"You want to make sure these bars are solid, I shouldn't be able to shake it like this", Aramais moved down the bars and tried to squeeze through, "some of us have been trained to get through tight spaces like this. We have been known to break ribs to do it. Definitely watch that, plus I can reach out pretty far."

Another table was pushed against the bars, facing the table on the other side. Aramais moved it around.

"I recommend bolting this table to the floor and that wall", Aramais pointed, "Cass sit right their."

Cass gulped, but did as Aramais said.

Aramais lifted the table that was inside of the prison bars and poked it out of the bars.

"This is a good way to get stabbed", Aramais sighed, and put the table down. He pushed it to the wall, "weld it down to the floor and the wall. Same with this chair. Weld it close enough to the table, but it should not move."

Aramais looked around, "the bed is fine, solid just like mine, but no hiding spots. The toilet and sink are fine."

Aramais looked at the table on the other side of the bars.

"Maybe consider moving this one. If not, like I said weld it down so he can't reach through and flip it on top of you. Also, if it stays here, you should put a metal piece about as tall as my neck to block him from reaching out for you. Though keep in mind he could climb on it as well. Your chair should have wheels on it, so you can back up quickly."

Aramais looked at the Director, "be careful what comes in here, anything is a weapon", Aramais grinned and pulled one of his slippers off, then threw it.

The slipper slid right through the bars and smacked the wall on the other side.

"Anything can hurt you", Aramais eyed Cass.

"Cass could you bring me my slipper back, please", Aramais looked at the Director as if in warning.

Cass quickly nodded and grabbed it.

Aramais reached out, but instead of grabbing the slipper he grabbed Cass by the collar of their shirt and pulled them close to the bars.

"Aramais, what are you doing?", Andy yelled.

The Director held onto Andy's shoulder to stop him.

Cass struggled against Aramais's grip.

"Stop struggling, I'm not going to hurt you, but you need to head my warning. You are about to take care of a dangerous weapon, we are not toys. We were trained to kill without remorse, without a second thought. At your age I was picked up off of the streets, just like Mitch was. I was promised shelter, food, and warmth. Years later, through blood, sweat, tears, and pain, I became this. Don't think for a minute Mitch will have mercy on you if you get into this situation with him. He will kill you or hurt you in a way that makes you wish he did kill you. Am I clear?"

Cass gulped and nodded quickly.

"We are trained sociopaths, he will mix up your brain enough until you become so mixed up you won't know what's right or wrong", Aramais made a sad expression, "I don't want this for you. He knows how to train weapons, you could end up as messed up as us."

Cass was absolutely terrified now.

"I'm going to let go of you momentarily Cass, you say out of the four of us I intimidate you the most", Aramais sighed, "please remember this then, I know I'm scary, but I'm the one letting go of you, you may not be so lucky if Mitch turns on you", Aramais sighed, "hold onto the bars so when I let you go you won't fall to the concrete."

With shaky hands Cass gripped the bars.

Aramais looked down sadly before releasing his grip.

Cass scrambled back, "why didn't I get help from either of you?", Cass looked at the Director and Andy.

"I knew he was going to do it", the Director frowned, "I think you needed that reminder from someone who knows how Mitch's brain works, I think you are ready for this I truly do, but you need to exercise a bit more caution when dealing with the weapons."

Cass couldn't hide tears from their face, "I need to get out of here", Cass went to the door and ran out.

"Where did that come from?", Andy grabbed the slipper Cass has dropped and gave it to Aramais.

"They needed it", Aramais took the slipper and put it back on, "I know I went too far, but looking deep into their eyes, and knowing Mitch could try. I don't want this for them."

"Do you think Mitch could try to sneak some training in, and make Cass a weapon?", the Director frowned.

"Yes", Aramais gave a concerned nod, "whole heartedly."

Cass ran by Caretaker who was pushing Whumpee through the hall.

"Hey Cass, oh why are you crying?", Caretaker gave a concerned expression.

Whumpee looked at Cass as well, "did Mitch do something?"

"No Aramais", Cass sobbed, "I just had the crap scared out of me, and the Director and Andy just watched it happen."

"Oh", Caretaker looked at Cass with concern, "here, we were just looking for a big window to look out of for a while. Why don't you join us?"

"Okay, I'd like that", Cass nodded as they wiped their face with their sleeve.

Caretaker looked down the hall and saw the Director was watching. He gave a half annoyed salute before he started to walk with Cass and Whumpee.

Caretaker locked Whumpee into place so they could look outside, then sat next to Cass.

"I do this occasionally so Whumpee can see something else, I'm trying to talk the Director into a porch place so they can go outside and get some fresh air", Caretaker sighed.

Cass watched as Whumpee happily leaned as much as the chair restraints would allow. They looked around and watched birds fly past.

"It's so nice for you to do this for them", Cass grinned.

"So tell me what happened. I want all of the details", Caretaker sat back to listen.

"So I got a text this morning that I needed to meet the Director, Andy, and Aramais in Mitch's new holding room after lunch. I got in just as Aramais was starting. It was cool to hear him point out all of the problems that needed to be fixed before the room was ready. He knew exactly what could happen. I even helped with some things", Cass watched another bird come by.

"Aramais said anything could be a weapon then proceeded to pull his slipper off and throw it. The slipper slid right through the bars and smacked the wall, that was cool to see the skills he had to do that", Cass looked down, "Aramais asked me if I could get his slipper, so I retrieved it and walked it over to him. He grabbed me by my shirt collar and pulled me closer. No one helped me. After that, the Director admitted he knew Aramais was going to do it and let it happen. How is that safe?"

"Hmm, did Aramais say anything?", Caretaker frowned.

"Yes, he said along the lines that I needed to head his warning that they are not toys. That they can kill without remorse. Which I know that, I've read all the reports", Cass sighed, "he said he was like Mitch, pulled off the streets, and made into this. They said I wouldn't be so lucky if Mitch turned on me, but he wouldn't, would he? He's been nice to me."

"Well sometimes they don't mean to turn, sometimes they may have a response to something, and become dangerous. Did he say anything else?", Caretaker prodded.

"Yes, he said Mitch could try to turn me into a weapon. That he would mess with my brain", Cass looked angrily, "am I really that weak?"

"It's not about weakness, Cass. It's about knowing what is going on", Caretaker sighed, "you're so bent on being judged for your age and level here that you are completely missing the point of our warnings. Maybe Aramais felt he needed to scare you in a way that you would get it."

Cass looked away.

"Cass when you were in charge of Whumpee, you watched online videos with Whumpee. You had the guards on the edge of their seat waiting for if Whumpee would get triggered into survival mode. You were cuddled closely to a dangerous weapon on their bed", Caretaker talked in a stern voice, "we don't even know what all the triggers are yet. I don't mind you watching the videos with Whumpee, I think it's cool Whumpee was able to find out they wanted a toy, but you were not being safe."

"I'm sorry", Cass sighed, "I guess I'm so use to fighting for my place. I felt I had to here as well."

"No, but remember we were once juniors as well", Caretaker smiled.

"I would have preferred to have Aramais as my trainer", Whumpee looked back at Cass, "I trust him more. Plus, he takes care of us and watches out for us."

"How so?", Cass looked at Caretaker.

"One of their triggers is showering. Whumpee themself has gone into survival mode just passing the shower room. Other sights have had guards get injured."

"Yes, I read about those reports", Cass nodded.

"Aramais is forcing himself to shower so we can find a way to help the others. This is causing him a lot of problems, but he's doing it for us to be able to help the others", Caretaker looked at Whumpee, "he often voices his opinion so that the weapons have a voice. Nothing is allowed to get past him, he won't allow it. He seems to have their best interests in mind at all times."

"I have an idea, see if Andy will let you come into the shower with Aramais today. I think it might be good for you to witness", Caretaker stood, "maybe witnessing it first hand will help you understand."

Andy felt his phone vibrate.

"Aramais, Cass is wondering if they can be present when you shower", Andy grinned, "I guess Caretaker thinks it will be a good training lesson."

Aramais looked up from a bag of chips, "I'm surprised they want to be close to me after what I did to them", Aramais sighed, "I guess they deserve to see me at my weakest, it's fine."

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[whumptober]

Whumptober 2020 - Updated

Welcome to Whumptober 2020! We’re doing things a little differently this year so please make sure to read the Event Info carefully. We are also excited to announce the addition of an AO3 Collection, which can be found here.

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

No 1. LET'S HANG OUT SOMETIME Waking Up Restrained | Shackled | Hanging

No 2. IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY  "Pick Who Dies" | Collars | Kidnapped

No 3. MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY Manhandled | Forced to their Knees | Held at Gunpoint

No 4. RUNNING OUT OF TIME Caged | Buried Alive | Collapsed Building

No 5. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? On the Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

No 6. PLEASE.... "Get it Out" | No More | "Stop, please"

No 7. I'VE GOT YOU Support | Carrying | Enemy to Caretaker

No 8. WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO? "Don't Say Goodbye" | Abandoned | Isolation

No 9. FOR THE GREATER GOOD "Take Me Instead" | "Run!” | Ritual Sacrifice

No 10. THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail of Blood

No 11. PSYCH 101 Defiance | Struggling | Crying

No 12. I THINK I'VE BROKEN SOMETHING Broken Down | Broken Bones | Broken Trust

No 13. BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT Delayed Drowning | Chemical Pneumonia | Oxygen Mask

No 14. IS SOMETHING BURNING? Branding | Heat Exhaustion | Fire

No 15. INTO THE UNKNOWN Possession | Magical Healing | Science Gone Wrong

No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage

No 17. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING Blackmail | Dirty Secret | Wrongfully Accused

No 18. PANIC! AT THE DISCO Panic Attacks | Phobias | Paranoia

No 19. BROKEN HEARTS Grief | Mourning Loved One | Survivor's Guilt

No 20. TOTO, I HAVE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE Lost | Field Medicine | Medieval

No 21. I DON'T FEEL SO WELL Chronic Pain | Hypothermia | Infection

No 22. DO THESE TACOS TASTE FUNNY TO YOU? Poisoned | Drugged | Withdrawal

No 23. WHAT’S A WHUMPEE GOTTA DO TO GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE? Exhaustion | Narcolepsy | Sleep Deprivation

No 24. YOU’RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE Forced Mutism | Blindfolded | Sensory Deprivation

No 25. I THINK I’LL JUST COLLAPSE RIGHT HERE, THANKS Disorientation | Blurred Vision | Ringing Ears

No 26. IF YOU THOUGHT THE HEAD TRAUMA WAS BAD... Migraine | Concussion | Blindness

No 27. OK, WHO HAD NATURAL DISASTERS ON THEIR 2020 BINGO CARD? Earthquake | Extreme Weather | Power Outage

No 28. SUCH WOW. MANY NORMAL. VERY OOPS. Accidents | Hunting Season | Mugged

No 29. I THINK I NEED A DOCTOR Intubation | Emergency Room | Reluctant Bedrest

No 30. NOW WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? Wound Reveal | Ignoring an Injury | Internal Organ Injury

No 31. TODAY’S SPECIAL: TORTURE Experiment | Whipped | Left for Dead

Alternate Prompt List

Alt 1. Punctured

Alt 2. Falling

Alt 3. Comfort

Alt 4. Stitches

Alt 5. Stoic Whumpees

Alt 6. Altered States

Alt 7. Found Family

Alt 8. Adverse Reactions

Alt 9. Memory Loss

Alt 10. Nightmares

Alt 11. Presumed Dead

Alt. 12. Water

Alt. 13 Accidents

Alt. 14 Shot

Alt. 15 Carry/Support

Event Info

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 Official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don't have to include the exact wording into your work). Additionally, there are 3 prompts for each theme.  These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives.  We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, and photo/video/audio edits. Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:

#whumptober2020 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruised, #stabbed,  …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself, because tumblr sucks)

#nsfw, #nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober2020​ blog. They must be tagged in the order above.

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month.

Questions not addressed below can be directed to this blog as well.

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gif set or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe :)

Q. Do I have to do all 31 Days? Can I post early/late?

Participate as much or little as you like, and post whenever! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.11, #psych101). Combining prompts into one piece of work is okay, and posting late is as well so as long as it’s in October.

Q. What if I don’t understand a theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help clarify. That said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation :)

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely! That’s like shooting two whumpees with one bullet :)

Q. Can I upload/repost my whumptober content to other social media platforms?

Of course! We’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. The archive can be accessed here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle :)

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If it just conveniently checks the boxes, then please don’t. You can, however, add new chapters answering one or more of the prompts.

Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, whoever you like.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes,  but it only counts once

Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day's prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?

Yes, but please do not use a specific prompt twice. We have also created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from [here].

Q. Where can I post my work?

Post where and how you want. You don’t even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.

Q. Can I start posting early?

You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s.?

Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.  

Q. Is co-writing allowed?

Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you :)

Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?

One continuous story is fine.  The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)

Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?

There is no limit

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Is a hc/angst focus ok?

Of course!

Q. What’s considered nsfw?

See this post

Q. What's whump?

See this post

Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn't whumpy at all, does that count?

No, sorry, but keep in mind that whump [see definition] is something very nuanced and different for everyone and emotional whump/angst is just as much part of it, as is physical whump and torture. So before you dismiss your idea, think about this.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?

Absolutely! That’s why we posted the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time”.

Q. How do I tag triggers?

tw at the end of the word, ex. emeto tw

Q. Do I have to use your tags?

Yes, if you want your work archived on the blog. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want.  

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes

Q. Can we @ you?

Yes but we mostly rely on the whumptober2020 tag

Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?

There are no rules, just be sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies of whatever site you use).

Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?

Here on Discord

Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?

Yes, but as with everything else, tags are your best friend.

Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

[serickswrites]

I feel like no one truly appreciates the forcing caretaker to watch whumpee get hurt... And yet you... You get it...

Thank you, thank you! Forced to watch is literally one of my favorite caretaker and whumpee tropes. It's so delightfully evil and the angst is chef's kiss. Please enjoy this....I've had it cooking for quite a while and it's definitely not a one shot, so if you like it, there will be more!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warnings: captivity, forced to watch, darts, restraints, referenced head wound

Caretaker came to slowly. They were sore and whatever they were seated on was hard and uncomfortable. They could feel coils of rope wrapped around their chest, wrists, and ankles. Great. Kidnapped and tied up. Today was looking to be such a good morning when Whumpee had shown up, coffee in hand, and an offer to drive up to their beach house.

Whumpee!

Caretaker lifted their head and glanced around the room they were in. The walls were a canvas material, straw covered the floor, and in the center of the room, not too far from Caretaker, was one of those carnival wheels that have balloons tied to it and contestants can throw darts to try and pop the balloons and win a prize. Only there weren't balloons on this wheel. Whumpee's head lolled to their chest, wrists, ankles, and abdomen bound to the wheel.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker called. They couldn't see the rise and fall of Whumpee's chest. They couldn't see enough.

Whumpee groaned, but didn't lift their head. Before Caretaker could try again, the flap of the entrance opened and heavy bootsteps came from outside.

"Good, you're awake." Whumper smiled as they walked in and stopped in the space between Caretaker and Whumpee. They turned and looked at the still unconscious Whumpee. "But you're not. Hmmm, must have hit you a little too hard. You're a tiny thing." Whumper walked towards Whumpee, hand outstretched. They cupped Whumpee's cheek as they lifted Whumpee's head gently, turning it this way and that.

"Leave them alone," Caretaker growled. They knew Whumper. Had known Whumper for quite a while. And had thought they sent Whumper away.

"And why would I do that?" Whumper smiled as they turned to look at Caretaker, fingers never leaving Whumpee.

"Because you want me. Not Whumpee. Hurt me. Leave them alone. No one has to know."

"Oh, but I am hurting you." They dug their finger nails into Whumpee's cheeks. Whumpee grimaced, a groan becoming louder. They opened their eyes slowly. Their blue eyes widened in shock as they registered what they were seeing.

"Let them go. Hurting them isn't going to get you anything, Whumper. Let them go. Hurt me." Caretaker pleaded with Whumper.

"Do you know who I am, little one?" Whumper ignored Caretaker as they addressed Whumpee.

Whumpee nodded. They licked their lips. "Yes," Whumpee answered quietly.

"Good." Whumper patted their cheek.

Whumper stepped back until they were about ten feet from Whumpee. They pulled something out of their pocket. "We're gong to play a game, it's simple. Routine carnival game really. I'm sure you've both played it." They held up the deck of card in one hand and a dart in the other. "Caretaker, you tell me which card to pull and that's how many times I get to throw the dart. Game's over when we're out of cards."

"Fuck no." Caretaker barked angrily at Whumper, straining against the ropes.

"It's fine, Caretaker. Not the worst thing I've had thrown at me." Whumpee gave a wan smile. As long as Whumper's attention was on them, they wouldn't hurt Caretaker. And that's all Whumpee cared about.

Caretaker glared at Whumper. None of this was ok. But it would be. They just had to figure out how to get out of these ropes. And then they would pounce.

"Pick a card, any card." Whumper fanned the deck out.

Whumpee gave a nod as Caretaker looked at them. Caretaker closed their eyes and let out a sigh. "Rightmost card."

Whumper smiled. "That's a good one. Five of hearts." They dropped the card to the floor and put the deck back in their pocket. "Ready, little one?" And they took aim with the dart.

[livingforthewhump]

Oh my gosh plz plz more of the one where caretaker snaps at whumpee so that whumpee leaves and caretaker feels so guilty

today’s the day, folks! I wrote this while being forced to kick a soccer ball in gym class so hopefully it’s decent :)

sequel to this drabble

—

It took calling them five times before Whumpee picked up. At that point Caretaker was almost too scared, too lost in tears, to say anything. But the sound of Whumpee’s scared breathing on the other side of the connection spurred them into action.

“Whumpee? Please, I’m sorry. Will you… will you come home?”

There was a painful beat of silence before they answered, softly. “I-I can’t.”

Caretaker’s heart wrenched, but they heard something new and bad in Whumpee’s tone. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m, I, I’m sorry but can you, can you come get me?” A muffled sound that might have been a sob followed the words.

Caretaker was on their feet in an instant. “Of course. Where are you? What happened?”

“I, I went to the restaurant down the street? Because, cause you always told me if I was scared to go someplace in public,” they said, sounding hesitant, shaky.

Caretaker grabbed their keys before deciding walking would be faster. “Okay, good. That’s good.”

But Whumpee was still talking. “But Whumper is here and I don’t know if they’ve seen me yet but I’m scared and I know you’re mad at me but please please don’t let Whumper take me again, please, I’ll be good, and won’t bother you, please—“

If Caretaker didn’t have proof that they were living by their feet pounding on the sidewalk, they would have sworn their heart had stopped in their chest. “I’m not mad at you, Whumpee, I swear. I never should have said that and I’m so so sorry. Just stay on the phone with me, okay? And let me know if Whumper does anything. I’m going to be there as soon as possib—“

And the line went dead.

Caretaker ground out all of the curses in their vocabulary as they called back and waited and waited, but Whumpee didn’t answer. If possible, they started to run faster.

By the time they arrived at the restaurant they were out of breath, throat and lungs burning from the air pumped in and out. Their hair was a mess and they were sure they had a crazed look in their eyes, but none of that stopped them from bursting inside.

They immediately spotted Whumpee tucked away in a corner booth, staring at something in front of them with wide, tearful eyes.

Caretakers hands curled into fists as they surged forward, eyes fixed on Whumpee until they stopped beside them.

“Hey Whumpee, you ready to go?” They forced their tone to stay casual, fooling nobody.

Whumpee looked up at them and their heart panged at the helplessness in their eyes as they nodded. Caretaker finally clenched their jaw and turned to look at Whumper, who was studying them with interest, lips quirked in a smirk.

“So you’re Caretaker.” Whumper winked at Whumpee. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Stay away from them,” Caretaker snarled. Whumpee stood behind them, practically hiding behind their set shoulders.

Whumper’s smile grew. “Seems like you should keep a better hold on them.”

Caretaker shot them a glare and walked away, but the words stuck like barbed wire in their mind, jumbling their thoughts as they took Whumpee away.

“Are you okay?” Caretaker asked as soon as they were out of sight of the building. “ What did they say to you?”

Whumpee just hunched their shoulders, shaking their head. “Thank you for coming. I’m sorry I had—”

“Whumpee, don’t ever apologize for asking for help. I’ll always be here for you.” They took a deep breath, watching Whumpee carefully. “You know I didn’t mean what I said, right? I didn’t mean any of it. I was just stressed and overwhelmed and I took that out on you, which wasn’t fair at all and I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Caretaker frowned. “I don’t want it to just be ‘okay’. I don’t want you to say that and let things like that happen just because it’s what you’re used to. It wasn’t okay, and if you need to be angry at me for a while, I deserve it.”

Whumpee shook their head again, slowly reaching out to take Caretaker’s hand. “I forgive you. Not… not because it was okay. But because you’re okay. I believe that you didn’t mean it, even though it was…scary. To hear you say it.”

Caretaker’s brow tightened and they found themselves blinking back tears. “I don’t deserve you, you know.”

“That’s too bad, cause it seems like you’re stuck with me.” Whumpee flashed them a shaky grin, and they felt a tear trace down their cheek.

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[jordanstrophe]

The Doctor

CW: Pure pure pure medical whump, paralyzed, creepy whumper, restrained, gagged, blood, IV’s, fear, but comfort and caretaker adoption at the end, so yay? but still-

ohh look, a part 2

Just another business day, swinging from corporation to corporation to deliver papers and sign a signature here and there. But the one place Caretaker shivered before entering; was the laboratory. 

It always reeked of blood and chemicals. 

“The doctor will see you now.” A woman spoke with a wide grin. 

“Actually, I’m not a patient...” Caretaker sighed, knowing they did this just for the sinister thrill of watching their face pale. They were waved into the next room where the doctor was hunched over the table with a figure covered in a white cloth. The doctor's hand aggressively moved and jerked around, so focused they never heard Caretaker come in.

“Long time no see, doc.” They greeted. 

The doctor stopped, their lips creaking as they curled into a smile. “As to you, dear. Here for the usual? Give me a moment to fetch your papers and you can be on your way. I don't have time for formalities today.” They didn’t look up as they strode off into the backroom. 

Caretaker sighed and shuttered, their eyes tracing the room until they fell on the figure covered on the table. One of their hands were visible, yet despite being lifeless, their wrists were tied down with a stream of blood trickling down their finger and dripping off the tip.

Then they twitched. 

Caretaker’s eyes widened. Were they supposed to move? They were unconscious, right? Their instincts screamed something was wrong as their hand reached for the covers and slowly slid it from their face-

Whumpee’s wide eyes locked with theirs the second caretaker became visible. They squinted when the light beamed in their face, tears that had built streamed down their cheeks. They were gagged, but they still huffed at them weakly.

“Hey! Hey, take it easy, stay still.” Caretaker panicked, eyeing the tubes stuck in their arms and neck as blood pooled from an unknown source. 

“I see you’ve met my newest addition.” The Doctor rasped behind caretaker’s ear. They gasped when an arm shot past them, grabbing the cloth and covering whumpee’s face back up. “They were a gift from a friend, lovely, aren’t they? We thought that maybe they were.. special, but turns out they were just an ordinary husk. *sigh* oh well.” The doctor shrugged, slamming a box of papers down and began to wheeling them away. 

“Wait!” Caretaker called, grabbing the handle on the table. “If they’re not what you’re looking for... then what’s going to happen to them?” 

The doctor twisted their head back and smiled. “You have what you came for, mm? Run alone now, leave me to my work. You couldn't handle anything that goes on here...” They grumbled and continued. 

“Wait!” Caretaker cried again. The doctor just let out an agonized groan and snapped their head back. “If you don’t have a use for them, then let me take them off your hands. Surely it’ll do you a favor.” Caretaker stuttered, clenching their hand on their chest in hope. 

The doctor glanced back at whumpee, then at caretaker, then back at whumpee. “Ah! Why not. You would save me some time and chemicals.” They flung their wrist in the air. 

...

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get the both of you out of my sight!” The doctor snapped. Caretaker gasped and immediately slid the cloth off them. There were even more tears in their eyes than before as their breathing shuttered and hiccupped. 

“Heeey.” Caretaker spoke softly. “I’m going to get you out of here, mmkay? I’m not going to hurt you.” They rasped, brushing their hand down their cheek as they flinched and squeezed their eyes shut. Caretaker unstrapped the cuffs pinning them to the table and bundled them within the cloth. They pulled them into their arms as they fell slack against their shoulder numbly. They could feel them violently trembling.  

Caretaker was not prepared in the slightest. But their conscience refused to let them leave.

Not without them. Not in this condition...