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Whumpers who wear their royal Whumpee's crown!!! >>>>>

It's so beautiful I cannot believe I never thought of this before now 💕💕💕 MAJOR WHUMPERFLIES!!! 🦋🦋🦋

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Whumpee who used to be a sweetheart but after their captivity comes out angry, lashing out and kicking and screaming. Whumpee’s friends hardly recognising the person that they’ve become.

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🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 10 🦌

"Anaira"

Content: Conspiracies, noncon kissing, feisty whumpee (but if you made it all the way to part 10 you already know that lol)

1,800 Words

Hey hey, It's part 10! We're a whole 1/3 of the way done! Who's ready to meet a new character? 👀

This chapter is a big turning point for the series, which will be fully in swing by part 14! I had to fistfight my writer's block to finish this, pls appreciate my efforts 🙏

Also! I just wanted to let y'all know that Fawn's real name is revealed in this part, and while it may be traditionally masculine, they are still ambiguous and you can picture them as whatever you want. As a genderqueer person who's name is Lillian and doesn't want to change it, I'm all about erasing gendered names and turning them neutral. Just wanted to put that out there. Thanks!

Enjoy! 🦇

       Going into town wasn’t something Hunter enjoyed doing. They hated being around other people, not to mention it was quite a long journey to get out of the woods. Their foot was pressed hard against the gas, the old truck’s engine roaring loud as it struggled to keep up. At least the sound somewhat distracted the thoughts in their head.

       Hunter didn’t have much experience driving, and especially didn’t have a license, but they knew enough to get them by. Besides, their driving skills were the least of their worries, their heart still beating from the adrenaline of nearly being what they could only assume to be a cult sacrifice. They tried to shake the thoughts away, but something like that isn’t just easily forgotten.

       The snow fell through the quickly darkening sky, hitting against the windshield, swirling around it, almost dizzying. A blur. A whirling whirlpool. Hunter pulled into the first parking lot they saw, a gas station.

       Outside the building stood a group of Christians, holding signs as they yelled about the upcoming rapture, yelling at the air to repent before it was too late. Not an uncommon sight to see in a small town like this, but usually it was in front of certain buildings and protesting gay people, or something. Also it was usually much earlier in the day, not at the brink of dusk in the middle of winter so close to Christmas.

What on Earth was going on? Yelling about the upcoming rapture is usually something done by old folks on facebook, not in real life. Still, Hunter gave the group nothing more than that simple passing thought as they entered the decrepit store.

       The floors were made of lazily placed tiles, some missing, or mismatched. The lighting was yellow, buzzing, and some even blinking, barely holding on. A moth flew around them, flapping its tiny wings while a cockroach skittered across the floor. A nacho station stood in the open. Ahh, yes, the best gas station nachos around. To eat those you’d have to have a death wish. The air smelt more of musty mold than it did nacho cheese.

       Hunter turned their head to a corkboard full of posters. Missing people's posters that Hunter was no stranger to. They took their time reading them, until one in particular caught their eye. One with a photo of Fawn.

MISSING

Rudolph Meyer

DOB: December 18th, 2003

19 years old

Height 5 feet 3 inches

Light brown hair

Green eyes

Glasses

Freckles 

Rudolph was reported missing October 12th, 2023 by their coworker after repeatedly failing to turn up for work or answer calls. They could have gone missing days or weeks prior.

If you have any details on Rudolph's whereabouts or disappearance please contact the Woodmar Police Department at 110-100-1000.

       Hunter looked at Fawn's phone again. They did have many missed calls from the same number. They must've missed it when snooping through it. Though they also noticed they picked the perfect day to wander into town.

       Today was their birthday.

        Hunter smiled to themself as they looked at the date. Without a care in the world they took the poster from the wall and folded it up into their coat pocket. They took a quick look around the store, walking down aisles. Looking at the drinks, they took a moment of contemplation before taking a bottle of alcohol.

They noticed there was only one other person in the whole store. The only employee, a tired looking woman with dark circles under the eyes, wearing a face mask. Hunter approached her.

       “Hey.” They said.

       “Hello. Can I help you with anything?”

       “If you can answer some questions, yeah. Do you know anything about that one missing person? Rudolph? They went missing rather recently, it seems.”

       "Yeah, little Rudy, as I called them." She said, "I was the one who reported them. It was very unlike them to miss a shift, and not answer calls. I hope they're okay, I know they didn't come here from a very good place."

       “Sorry to hear that. It’s pretty scary.”

       "Oh, tell me about it. Scary, stressful, and saddening. I’ve been a mess ever since they disappeared. A mess with worry, overworking, I don’t think I’ve had a single peaceful day of sleep. Even worse because I'm on the night shift, and little Rudy was working daylight. It was really only us two keeping this place up and running. Our boss has had to fill in for them. Poor woman's already busy enough as it is. Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m venting.”

       “Hey, I’m the one who asked.” They dismissed the apology with a shrug, “What about those crazies out front?"

       "Oh, yeah, those guys have been there for a while. Ever since those crop circles were found last week, people have been going nuts. I've seen folks walking around with tinfoil hats." She laughed. "It's probably just something in the drinking water. Or maybe just the nature of humans. They lose it so easily."

       “They’ve been preaching about the rapture all week?”

       "Oh, they've been preaching about everything. The zombie apocalypse, an alien invasion, a plague, vampires, werewolves, demons, UFOs, government conspiracies, the second coming of Christ. It's like everyone's gone completely looney."

       Hunter wanted to agree and dismiss it, but they could only think about everything else that happened. Fawn's dreams, that cult in the woods, the giant skeleton… were they going crazy, too?

       "Cold gettin’ to you?" She asked.

       “Yeah, I guess. I’ve had quite a day.” They sighed, looked around, and placed the bottle on the counter, “I’m just here for the drink, I guess.” They flashed their ID and paid.

       “Thanks,” They said, and turned to leave.

       “Oh, and, uh, hey!” She called out as the front doors dinged, “Um… Let me know if you find anything out about Rudy, will you?”

       Hunter paused in the doorway, the cold wind whipping in past their face. They turned and said, “I’ll be sure to let you know.” then left.

       When Hunter returned home, it was pitch dark outside, they were gone all day. There was a pile of dust in the snow on the front porch. Going inside, Fawn was curled up, asleep on the couch with the broom resting against the wall. They walked over to them, and nudged them awake, nudging their shoulder. Fawn slowly blinked their eyes open.

       "So," Hunter said, "were you going to tell me today was your 20th birthday, Rudolph?"

       The use of their real name made Fawn's heart drop into their stomach, jolting them wide awake. "How- how do you know that?"

       "I just so happened to find this while out in town today." They said, showing off the poster. "It seems your coworker is pretty worried about you. Anaira, was it? Very nice lady."

       Fawn could only stare up at the poster with wide eyes as Hunter smirked down at them. The use of Anaira's name just made their heart drop even more. They had a conversation? She had no idea she was talking to their captor…

       "It's a good thing I've got this poster. Afterall, I need to start building up my collection again after you destroyed it."

       “So you wanna kidnap more people? I ain’t enough? You want more after me? What're you gonna do with me then, huh? Kill me? Let me go?” They antagonized.

       “I think you think too much. Don’t read into it.”

       “I fucking hate you.”

       “Thanks! I don’t try to be liked. Especially not by people who act like bratty teenagers. Though I suppose it's no wonder why you do, you still are one!"

       "Not anymore. I'm 20. I'm not a teen, I'm not a kid, and I'm not being a brat. Why would I be anything but cynical to the person who's holding me captive?"

       Hunter ignored the last part, "It doesn't matter if you're 20 years old or 200 years old. Act like a teen and you might as well be one, eh?" They picked up on the fact Fawn did not appreciate being infantilized in the slightest.

"I am not that young." Fawn mumbled, bitterly.

"Well, you're certainly younger than I thought you were. Can't even drink yet, how cute is that? It's too bad we can’t share this.” Hunter said, holding up the bottle.

       "Oh, great, now you can smell like cigarettes AND alcohol."

       “Mmm, you’ll go nose blind, eventually. I go through a lot to steal these cigarettes, you know? Of course you don't, you're too good, despite being such an unruly badmouth."

       “What the hell do you want from me? Stop mocking me. I cleaned your stupid fucking house, I should at least get a thank you but ohhhh, no, I probably don't even deserve that, right?”

       “You want a thank you? I can give you a thank you.”

       Alarm bells immediately started going off in Fawn's head. They way they said it and their tone didn't sound too nice, almost more of a threat. Much to their dismay and horror, Hunter kissed them on the lips.

       Fawn froze up and their eyes widened, then squeezed shut as Hunter held the kiss. When they pulled away, Fawn scrunched their face in disgust, wiping their lips with the back of their hand.

       "Oh, relax, it's just a kiss.”

       “A gross and dirty kiss from your gross and dirty lips is what it was! What the fuck! Blahk!” They continued wiping their lips, which now tasted like cigarettes, shaking their head and shivering in disgust.

"You'll survive." Hunter said, dismissing their revulsion, "But as for me, I've had quite the unfortunate day, and I need my sleep."

"Oh no, I don't give a shit."

Hunter didn't respond, simply they just picked them up by the back of their shirt collar and pulled them through the cabin. Fawn cursed, kicked, and hit but it didn't do anything at all. They entered the bedroom and Hunter threw Fawn onto the floor, holding them down with a knee on their back as they tied their hands together.

"I'm going to sleep. You're going to lay on the floor and shut your mouth."

"Fuck you and fuck your—! Mmph!" Fawn spat, getting a cloth shoved into their mouth, with another being tied around their head to secure it.

"There. Now stay quiet." Hunter threatened, pushing Fawn's face into the floor as they stood up, hitting their nose off the hardwood. Fawn let out a growl in response.

HERE'S A THOUGHT! IF YOU WANT QUIET YOU CAN JUST LET ME GO! PEACE AND QUIET, ALL ALONE FOREVER, EVERYBODY WINS!! Fawn screamed in their head as they fought the restraints, mumbled nonsense coming from their mouth.

       As Fawn calmed down and was left to their thoughts, they didn't care that they had to sleep on the floor. They didn't care that they were treated like a pet. They only cared about how everything they fought so hard for was ruined.

       They were going to celebrate their 20th birthday as a way to say that they managed to survive so long. That they finally escaped their childhood home. Now they were here, held captive, and back where they started.

       And to make it all worse, they would now have to forever remember that as their first kiss.

You'll be seeing a lot more of Anaira in the near future, as well as a few more new characters! Lemme tell you, once chapter 14 hits this'll be like a completely different thing than what it started as. Shit's about to get crazy and hit the fan.

Also, surprise! This part has art attached. I was originally not gonna give them designs, and just leave them to the interpretation of the reader, but I'm slowly becoming attached to them and couldn't help myself. I just had to draw them! You can still picture them however you want.

Also I'm curious how old you think Hunter is? 🤔 the answer may surprise you (and Fawn, too).

Taglist: @parasitebunny @whumpy-wyrms @fruitypinapple00

If you want added or removed, lmk in the comments !

Thanks for reading ! 💕🦌

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Whumper grabs whumpee tightly and sharply by their collar and pulls them close, face to face.

They brush their fingers over whumpee's face lovingly and watch the fear and uncertainty in their eyes as whumpee wonders what whumper is going to do.

And for just a moment whumper wonders. They wonder if they are too harsh on whumpee. They wonder if there is still a chance for them to have a normal, real relationship with them. If there was ever a chance.

But oh, how they love to see whumpee hurting. Oh how they love to hear them scream.

The moment passes.

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Sex/romance repulsed aroace whumpee × intimate touchy whumper send tweet

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Whumpee slips a note into a stranger’s palm, hoping they’ll understand the cry for help hastily scribbled on the scrap of paper.

But the stranger only smirks and hands the note to Whumper. “You should watch them a little closer.”

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Vittoria and Valentine ♡ X

I love them so much T~T

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Hey you guys, who's ready to finally watch me live up to my username???

This piece is focused on Valentine and Vittoria. I realized that I don't have to wait until the main series arrives to talk about them, so I'm writing this!

Any little things like this I'll tag as "Butterfly Blood Extras" while the eventual main series will just be "Butterfly Blood."

So yeah, anyways, enjoy finally seeing Valentine in action! If you like the dynamic and lore feel free to stick around for the eventual chronological series 👀 it'll be out once Fawn and Hunter is completed.

Content: Slightly cocky (ex-)royal whumpee. Intimate whumper. Non-human / magical characters. Fantasy setting. Elemental magic. There's also very detailed, intimate, vampire neck biting at the end of this. Also stripping and nudity, but it doesn't lead to anything sexual. Also also whumpee has a collar.

They/she whumpee (Valentine)

She/her whumper (Vittoria)

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       After being cooped up underground for such extended periods of time, Valentine was overjoyed to finally be getting some fresh air, even if it meant they had to sneak out. The cool wind against their face, the sound of the chirping birds, the slight crunch of the earth beneath their feet, it could just about be Heaven. Even when they'd get to go outside, it was always at night. They could hardly remember the last time they saw daylight.

       It was cloudy that day, and it looked like rain was soon to come. While it was Val's favorite weather, they'd much rather see the sun at this point in time. They'd do anything to feel its warmth against their skin, even if it defied every rule of magic itself. But let's be honest, that was only but a dream.

      It didn't stop Valentine from trying, though. It never did.

      They tried everything they possibly could to move the clouds and change the weather. Every possible thing their mother ever taught them. Every stance, movement, and motion that their siblings mastered ages ago. Though for them, not even a single gust of wind bent to their will.

       Of course, they knew this would happen. They were nothing but the first-born disappointment. The destined Princess of the air and wind, heir to the Kingdom of Hearts, and yet they couldn't make even a single breeze.

       Princess Valentina Rose Papilio, the butterfly who never got her wings.

       They fell to the grass, hugging their knees to their chest as they wept against a tree. They should've been holding their mother's royal scepter, wearing her crown, making all of Heriviks proud. But she never even made it to phase one. Never got her wings, or her powers. Couldn't even control the Hearts' element of wind let alone the other three like the rest of the Papilio family could.

She had cousins from the Kingdom of Clubs, who's dominant magic was earth, do flawless air maneuvers. Who could control the Spades' fires with ease, and make formidable waves that even the most skilled Diamond would be jealous of. That was just the nature of her family, they were more than just royals, they were gods, too.

She was powerless without magic, and that powerlessness is exactly what Vittoria took advantage of. That magic that made her who she was, that should've ran through her blood. The magic that should've made her a god. Because without their magic... what difference does a god have to their subjects? There wasn't one.

There was a certain humble humility to that, of course. It's important for powerful, gifted beings to not be too full of themselves. It's their responsibility to use their powers to keep balance and peace in the world. A responsibility she was always told she would one day have, but would never be granted. A raised and bred god denied their destiny.

Vittoria always said it was fair. She was born into royalty by random chance, so it would be fair to take it all away, too. Maybe she was right. Maybe she deserved this. Maybe this was her destiny. Maybe a punishment from the universe. She wasn't too sure.

The thunder rumbled quietly in the sky, small drops of rain falling from the clouds, tapping against the leaves, hitting the earth. Wind rustled through the tree branches as autumn leaves fell in their breeze. Valentine turned their head to the sky, closing their eyes as their tears blended with the rain that washed down their cheeks.

It was the weather of her people, as was the autumnal season. The Kingdom of Hearts, the Land of Eternal Autumn. The Heartis butterflies, the creatures with air magic. Their heart longed for home so much in the early days, but now she could hardly remember her mother's face, or her sister's laugh. Even the sound of her brother's arrogant, whiny dramatics would be like music to her ears. All those things once took for granted, now a bitter, distant nostalgia. A time she could never go back to.

They sat there with their thoughts for so long. Even when the droplets began to pour they still stayed put in the grass, letting the storm cleanse them. It was almost meditative as they listened to the fierce wind, and rumbling skies. It was a warm, comfortable rain, and in it, they found themself back to a memory they'd almost forgotten.

They were out on the beach with their family when they were young. Their mother was teaching them and their siblings how to make rain. None of them had gotten their magic yet, so it was all just practicing the motions, with their mother actually creating rainfall by the end of the lesson. Valentine remembered getting their royal gown soaking wet, covered in sand.

They remembered feeling scared about the mess, until their mother encouraged them to have fun, chasing the four of her children with waves, springing sand castles up from the ground, letting the rain get them soaked. Amora Papilio had always looked to Valentina with the most pride in her eyes, being the first born.

It hurt so bad to watch it slowly turn to disappointment. Some days they wondered if the family ever even came looking for them. If they even worried. If they were happy about it.

Valentine sat out there for what felt like hours. They didn't want to go back to Vittoria, to the dark. They contemplated trying to find their way back to the Kingdoms, but they knew that was hopeless, and trying would just cause them even more trouble. Using whatever scarce strength they had, they stood back up and started the walk home.

The walk home? They scoffed at their own thoughts ...Since when did Hell become home?

Valentine eventually made it back to the entrance. A small hatch in the grass among many that would lead to an entire underground city of torment. They hopped down it and made their way through the various empty stone hallways, until they made it to the horrid front door. They nearly felt like throwing up as they turned the knob, willingly walking back to the worst place they knew.

       "Out playing in the rain it seems." Vittoria said as they entered, causing Valentine to jump, "Trailing mud and rainwater all over my floors. Don't beg for my attention when you get sick. What were you doing?"

       "Walking," Valentine replied, shutting the door behind them, "You know, like you said that I could."

       "I never said that. When did I say— ah, ah, ah! No trailing mud and water all over the carpets, you're a mess and you don't need to bring it in here. Take off your clothes, and tell me— when did I say that?"

Before the order was embarrassing and down right horrifying, but now it felt no different to taking off their shoes. They talked casually while they stripped without a second thought.

       "You told me this night that you did not need me today. You said that I could do whatever I wanted, sunrise to sunset. So obviously that means I did not have to sleep during the day then, yes?"

Vittoria looked displeased, but not angry, "I suppose so," she sighed. She always watched her words when making deals with Val, finding ways to twist them around while still being truthful. It was only fair they did the same back. She could only blame herself for this one.

Valentine smiled. They knew it would work at getting them off the hook, though they still worried, "Great! I had a good time outside."

       "How the hell did you even get outside?"

       "I took your keys." They casually replied, taking them out of their pants' pocket before taking them off. They tossed the keys to a very surprised, wide-eyed Vittoria.

       "You… you took my keys? How- when- you- you took my keys and just… came back?"

       "You and I both know how well things fared the last time that I attempted to leave. Besides, it is not like I even know how to get home, so even if I tried it would be all for naught."

       Vittoria sighed in frustration, rolling her eyes as she placed her head on her hand, "I thought you finally got rid of those stupid royal speech patterns."

       "Oh, I have. I just do them to annoy you now."

       "You used to be afraid of me."

       "You used to be scary."

       Valentine bit their lip as soon as the sentence left their mouth, and the mood instantly shifted.

       Vittoria stood up, "Oh, what's that? You think I'm not scary?"

       "I— n-no, ma'am, I just—"

       "You think I'm not scary?" She repeated, stepping towards them. Valentine slowly backed away. "You think I've grown soft? Lenient? So much so that you think you can just take my keys and sneak off in the middle of the day?"

Valentine shook their head vigorously, "No, no, it isn't that at all! I just— I know how your games work, I'm just playing by your rules! And— when you know the rules things just... become... easier?" They quietly squeaked, unsurely, shrinking down as she stood over them, backing them into a corner.

With a quick, simple motion, Vittoria hooked a leash onto their collar, "I'm not going to have to keep you leashed all the time, am I?" She asked, putting her hands on the wall, boxing them in, leash around her wrist.

"I— I sure hope not."

       Vittoria narrowed her eyes, "What games are you playing, Papilio? Because they're sure not mine."

       "I'm not playing any games!" They squeaked, voice strained as it started to fill with fearful tears.

       “Oh, you’re not, are you? Really? Could’ve fooled me.”

       Valentine was shaking like a frightened dog, trapped between her arms, stuck against the wall. Her gaze always felt uncomfortable and obtrusive, and in times like this where it was frightening, Valen felt like they could just combust on the spot. No matter if they avoided her eyes or squeezed their own shut, they could feel her staring, they always could.

       Her gaze was a threat, a predator stalking their prey, looking for insecurities. A fucking creep lusting after them like they were nothing more than a pretty toy. A gaze that could practically burn into their skin. Always intrusive, always threatening something, always felt. They just prayed she didn’t say—

       “Look at me.” She demanded, her hands going from the wall to their shoulders, causing them to tense and freeze, squeezing their eyes shut, tears leaking down their cheeks.

       “Bug…” She said, tone more irritated, growing darker. She slid her hands down their arms, “I won’t tell you again…” she grabbed tightly onto their wrists, and growled, “Look at me.”

       Valentine hitched a breath as they forced themself to open their eyes, staring at her like a deer in headlights, afraid and now unable to look away. Vittoria slightly tilted her head, and when they felt her lips kiss their neck underneath their collar, near their collarbone, their silent tears turned to crying.

       “P-please, no! No, don’t, please!”

       “You know much I love the taste of royal blood, baby bug.” She whispered into their ear, “I could do this allll the time, everyday, but I don’t. I know how much… distress it causes you. How much you hate it. I only do it when you fuck up.” She said, louder. Valentine cringed both from the volume and the curse. “You have no one to blame but yourself, you know that, yeah?”

"Y-yes, I know, ma'am, I'm sorry."

"You better be." She said, trailing her hands back up their arms, unlocking their collar, letting it fall to the ground. Having it off their neck made them feel more exposed than if they were fully naked... which they were, but now they really felt like it.

She planted slow kisses all over their neck. Valentine had never been more tense as their face flushed from the vulnerable intimacy, just waiting in anticipation for what was about to happen. Vittoria slowly turned kisses into licks, then to dragging her fangs across their skin, to nibbling, still not yet biting. Until she did, fast and suddenly, yet gentle. Valentine hitched a breath, and their breathing became labored.

       Her fangs lightly pierced through their flesh, just on the surface, so agonizingly slowly. It went from a simple pinch, to something that only got more and more unbearable. A mix of crying, screaming, and incoherent begging came from Valentine, getting worse as she sank her teeth deeper and deeper, penetrating their muscles as delicious, royal, godly blood seeped into her mouth.

She may have been presenting as a vampire, but her inner moth cravings didn’t just go away because of it. She had to fight against her instincts to just tear into their flesh and eat them alive. The insatiable hunger that a moth had was impossible to satisfy, but at least with blood, thirst could be quenched.

       She sunk her teeth firmly into their neck, holding them in place. By this point Val stayed quiet, focusing on their breathing, getting used to the pain. They winced as Vittoria sucked the blood. The horrendous throbbing, the feeling of the suction, her tongue, their own warm blood dripping down their neck. It should’ve been unbearable, yet they still managed to take it. They had no other choice, they never did. A butterfly at the mercy of the moth’s ravenous teeth. The teeth she was always warned about, a warning she never headed.

      Curiosity always bit the butterfly.

Vittoria could practically feel the blood flowing through their veins. She could sense the tension, and wild beating of their heart. She could feel their pulse on her teeth, and in their arms that she held tightly onto. She could feel their tension slowly slipping away as they grew more and more weak and limp. That was her sign to stop.

Finally, she pulled away, releasing her bite. Valentine was exceptionally pale, looking lightheaded and faint.

Vittoria chuckled, "Hm hm! Took a bit too much, didn't I?"

Valentine could only blink slowly in response. When Vittoria removed her hands from their arms, they collapsed forward, forcing her to catch them. "Oh, you poor thing." She cooed, holding them in her arms for a moment, dragging her fingers through their hair.

Oh, how she absolutely just loved them like this. So weak, fragile, and relaxed after putting up such a fussy fight. So calm, tired, and passive. A limp little ragdoll she could do anything to. The fact that it was caused by drinking their precious royal blue blood just made it all the more better. A part of them, now a part of her.

Though despite how great it was, it wasn't something she often did. It was reserved for special occasions, or spontaneous ones like this. The scarcity just made it more delightful for her, and more frightening for Valentine. She lifted them up into her arms, and carried them into another room.

       Vittoria wiped the wound clean while Val sat and sniffled. All that was left was a throbbing puncture wound accompanied by the bruise of a hickey. She placed a bandage over it, securing their collar back on over top it. She reached her hands up to their face, wiping away their tears with her thumbs. Val winced from her gentle touch. They always found it insulting and invasive. Such a gesture of fake, loving intimacy.

       Valentine moved their puffy, sad eyes to look at her, though her gaze no longer felt scary, or threatening. It was almost... admiral? Proud?

       Maybe sometimes it wasn’t fake.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked your first look at Val and Tori :3

If you did, you should be pleased to know that the full series I have planned for them is 50 chapters long, with each chapter most likely being over 3,000 words, at least. Though I tend to get between 4,000–5,000. You can tell I really love these two, I feel like you can just see it in how I write.

If you have any questions about the lore of the world or characters, or just wanna know more about them, please feel free to ask me in the comments or send an ask! I have a LOT of worldbuilding in this, and it can understandably get confusing. As the King of Yapping, I'd gladly go into more detail! I'm practically begging you! Haha.

Stay tuned for more of them! ♡♡♡

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Mine is almost complete, and I'm pretty happy with how it's going! I'm super nervous about how Val was handled, because it feels like I'm giving up a part of me to be perceived and interpreted by someone else 😅

Yes I feel way too deeply about my ocs why do you ask?

One week left!!

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My head is currently running with an entire plotline for this. Okay so picture this: Whumpee slowly but surely gets led through their recovery arc, as confusing and strange as it might be. But once they're finally on the other side of it, they're angry, maybe even mortified by their behavior. But either way, their entire life was taken from them, and they're devastated by who they used to be. Maybe Whumpee grew up "sheltered" in some kind of cult-like community where every other child was treated the same way, and every adult treated it as normal. Because to them it was. Maybe some were sadists, maybe others just continued the cycle. Either way, Whumpee wants vengeance, and to avenge their siblings. And since I'm a fantasy nerd, maybe Whumpee is non-human, and the way they're treated is just how their species operates. Maybe they're an alien and live on a different planet, and somehow managed to get off it, and found another planet where everyone is treated with respect. And they find out that it's like that all over the galaxy. Oh! And make her a woman and cover her in blood and scars and make her angry and reckless. Idk where I'm really going with this lol. This went a bit off the rails.

Sorry for rambling I just had to get my thoughts out, but that's the beauty of online community I suppose.

drabble request: whumpee who doesn't know that their life isn't normal, because it's the only thing they've ever had. Maybe they were born into it or taken at such a young age that they don't remember but either way to them it's perfectly normal. Like they'd tell you in the most regular measured voice Well sure i don't deserve food unless I do good, I'm an object that's how it works. Of course they hurt me, how else am I doing to do better next time. (Bonus points for explaining this to a horrified Caretaker)

content: conditioned whumpee, rocky recovery

Whumpee stared at the full plate Caretaker had placed in front of them in confusion. They hadn’t been given tasks today — why was Caretaker rewarding one of their lazy days?

No, the food was probably not meant for them. Maybe they were supposed to guard it? Maybe Caretaker had placed it there for safekeeping. Maybe they were going to eat it in a bit.

“Is something the matter?” Caretaker asked, and Whumpee snapped back to the present, fully at attention.

“No, sir.”

Caretaker furrowed their eyebrows. “You like the food I prepared, right? Or did I make something you don’t like?”

“It’s perfectly fine sustenance, sir. I would love to earn it sometime, if that’s pleasing to you, sir.”

Caretaker only seemed more confused with every word. “Earn…? Whumpee, that’s yours. I prepared it for you.”

Now it was Whumpee’s turn to be confused. “For me? But I haven’t completed the necessary steps to earn it, sir. I assumed… I know I mustn’t assume, but I— I assumed you placed the food here for me to guard it…?”

“Whumpee, you’re not some dog.”

“Of course not, sir. I would never dream of putting myself on the same level as a beloved pet, sir. I know my place, sir.”

Caretaker swallowed audibly. “I’d like for you to have dinner with me. Even if you don’t think you’ve earned it.”

Whumpee even stopped breathing for a moment. The appetising dinner morphed into a death trap in front of them, and they suddenly felt nauseous. “Sir?”

“Go on. Have a few bites.”

The orders they had received were in clear opposition to their conditioning, and Whumpee would’ve rather killed themself than detangle that mess. Their latest order was always to be obeyed. But their latest order was wrong. It was just so, so wrong.

Whumpee was shaking now. They couldn’t look away from the food. They hadn’t earned it. They hadn’t. They hadn’t, they hadn’t, they hadn’t—

“Whumpee?” Caretaker reached across the table and took them by the hand, and Whumpee flinched violently. “Hey. It’s just me.”

“Yes, sir. I apologise, sir.”

“Maybe we don’t… force the dinner thing tonight. If it’s too distressing for you.”

Whumpee let out a sigh of relief, although their muscles were still tense from having disobeyed an order. It was easier to go against Caretaker than their conditioning. Much, much easier. “Thank you, sir. I’ll do better tomorrow, sir. I swear it.”

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Content: Ocean Whump, Bloodloss, Shipwreck aftermath

       The air was warm and the winds blew cold against the skin, carrying with it specks of sand and the smell of the salty seaside. Whumpee laid dazed on the shore, squishy wet sand seeping through their squeezing fingertips. The waves crashed against them, lapping them over and over, until they finally woke up, grains of sand uncomfortably covering their whole body. In their hair, clothes, and even eyes as they attempted to wipe them out.

       They painfully blinked their eyes open, sand and salt not doing them any favors. The skies were dark and cloudy with not a speck of light shining through them. The grey heavens rumbled with thunder, soon to storm. Though that didn’t make much sense. It already did rain, the sailor thought as memories returned. They were shipwrecked in a sudden seastorm, a bit too sudden if you ask them. Whatever, it didn’t matter. The only thing that did is the now; they were alive.

       They took a breath, and with shaking arms they pushed themself to their stumbling feet, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Their head was pounding, keeping it low, their eyes squeezed shut as they held their hand to their forehead, limping across the beach in bare feet. They could feel raindrops begin to hit against them, so they opened their eyes and lifted their head. They jumped back in surprise, letting out a yelp. Directly in front of them stood a tall figure, wearing a cloak, face covered, pale knuckles clutching onto the wooden pole of a lantern they carried.

      The sailor furrowed their brow and blanked, wondering if it were some kind of hallucination. “Wha- who- who are yo—?”

       “You’re bleeding.” The figure said, cutting them off. Despite the lapping waves and falling rain, their voice sounded loud and isolated.

       “Wha- what? N-no I’m n—” The sailor refuted, but the figure used the stick end of the pole to pull back their black coat, revealing a large gash across their stomach.

       “There’s also a trail of blood behind you.” They said, and the sailor turned their head to look at the bloodsoaked shore, then back at the figure,  “You’re going to bleed out.”

Whumpee simply fell to their knees, too shocked at the sight of blood to process it. They fainted, and when they awoke a second time, they were laying on a firm, springy mattress, their wounds bandaged and soaked with blood. They moved, and winced at the pain in their abdomen, the shock wearing off as their body throbbed with various aches and pains.

"Careful now." The cloaked figure spoke, putting a hand to their chest as they pushed them back down, "Don't hurt yourself any further, you need to rest. You had a lot of nasty marks after that wreck. You're very lucky I was there."

"Where... where am I?"

"In my lighthouse. I'm the keeper here on these shores, and these shores have many stories to tell."

"All sailors, pirates, and lighthouse keepers have stories to tell. Such is the sea."

       “Mm, well I'm sure you have no stories like mine. Each storm here tells one. And they're much more than mere stories."

"How so?"

"The weather of this coast is caused by the merfolk. They rest in these waters, and can control the skies. They like to sink the ships of those who sail too deep into their turf. Like you."

       “Merfolk?” Whumpee scoffed, “Ah, great. My life is in the hands of a crazy lighthouse keeper.”

       “Lighthouse keeper, yes, but I’d think twice about calling me crazy.” They said as they proceeded to lay an old quilt overtop them. “For one, I ain’t crazy. For two, it’s as you said, your life is in my hands. I could leave you to bleed out on that shore if I really wanted to, it makes no difference to me. Though then again, I quite appreciate the company.”

       “Hmph. Well, thanks, I guess. No, just— thank you. I- I’m still a bit… dazed. That storm came out of nowhere.”

      “It’s as I said, sweet sailor. Merfolk don’t take too kindly to humans out here. They’re actually a kind of fairy, you know? Yeah. They ain't all what they appear to be. You can never be too careful out here. What’s your name, may I ask?”

       “Whumpee.” They whispered weakly, “What about you?”

       The lighthouse keeper pulled their mask down, and smiled, “Whumper.”

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I love your fawn and hunter series

Ahhhhhh thank you so much! I'm so glad you like it! :D

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Can I make a request about Whumpee who went to the bar and accidentally flirting with Whumper who in the middle of searching his prey?

content: lady whumper, pushy nice guy

"What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?" Whumpee asked with a smile, and the lady next to them sighed.

"What a dumb question. Drinking, like everyone else." She raised her glass a little to illustrate her point, giving Whumpee a look that told them that introduction didn't quite win her over.

"Not everyone," they pointed out. "Some of us are driving."

"Charming. So you just drove here to look for intoxicated women?"

"Now, don't say it like that— I came for the atmosphere. I just happened to see a beautiful woman alone and I knew I had to at least say hi. I would've gone mad with what could've been otherwise."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Why? What could be?"

"Well, we could get to know each other. You could tell me your name, maybe even your number—"

"No."

Whumpee sighed. "Come on, just a first name. A friendly introduction has never hurt anyone." She raised an eyebrow.

"It's about to hurt you."

"Are you gonna punch me?"

"You get punched a lot, don't you? With such an annoying, overbearing personality."

"Ouch." They put both of their hands on their heart, as though they'd been shot. "Okay. I get it."

"Order a round for us and I'll tell you my name."

Whumpee's eyes widened. "Really? But I told you I'm not drinking—"

"You can invest the sum of a taxi ride, can't you?

Well... She really was beautiful. Gorgeous, even. If an introduction hadn't hurt anyone, then a few shots hadn't either. "Go ahead and order whatever you like, then," they said with a smile.

"Perfect. Two shots of whiskey, then." She flicked her hair back and gave Whumpee a condescending look. "And my name's Whumper. Make it worth my while."

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🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 9 🦌

"Footprints in the Snow"

Content: Mutated/dead animals, "cults", kidnapping, whumper briefly turned whumpee, "it" used derogatory, cold whump, implied non-human characters, a mystery is a brewin'

2,200 Words

Hey hey, part nine!

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       Hunter couldn’t stop thinking about Fawn. About what they said. About their mother, about their dreams, about the ghosts. Hunter needed to clear their head, they weren’t used to any of this. Having someone to talk to. Someone who wasn’t particularly afraid of them. Someone who talked back. Someone whose company they, reluctantly, enjoyed.

       They couldn’t stand themself.

       It was a rather snowy day, flakes falling heavily the night before. Both Fawn and Hunter were shoveling snow outside the cabin in silence. Occasionally Hunter would glance over to Fawn, wanting to ask them a question, or talk, or really anything. They felt almost curious about them, as if they wanted to get to know them. They shook their head.

       You’re not gonna become soft now of all times. Not for some bratty, bad-mouthed fawn. You should’ve killed them while you were ahead. That’s what hunters are supposed to do. You're supposed to kill the things that step in your trap. Not keep them as pets! Not name them! Not talk to them! But what did you do? You did just that!

       Hunter’s shoveling grew more and more aggressive as they were stuck yelling in their own head. Yelling about how they felt about Fawn, about the paranormal anxiety, wondering if they even had enough food to feed both of them for the winter…

       Fawn took notice of Hunter’s aggressions, keeping their distance from them. They didn’t know what exactly had them all worked up, but they didn’t want to risk it being taken out on them. Hunter hasn’t exactly shied away from tossing them around when they needed a punching bag. Minutes passed by, and Hunter found it increasingly harder to stay in Fawn’s presence. They weren’t used to being around someone else for such a long extension of time. They needed to clear their head.

       Hunter let their shovel fall to the ground before walking over to Fawn, who clutched their own as they looked at Hunter with fearful eyes. Hunter grabbed the shovel off them, threw it in the snow, and dragged them inside by the arm. They shoved Fawn into the cabin, causing them to roughly collide with the floor. Before Fawn could even look up, a broom handle hit their head.

       “I’m leaving. Make yourself useful and clean the place up.” They said, shutting the door before they even gave a reaction. Half of them expected them to be gone when they returned, the other didn’t think they’d try it. Either way, Hunter didn’t really care. Or maybe they did. They weren’t too sure themself.

       They grabbed a gun from their shed before they walked off, never leaving without one. They went off deep into the winter woods of late December, deeper than they were already, lost in their thoughts and the cold air that surrounded them. The forest felt eerily still and quiet. There was no wind blow, no sound of creaking branches, nothing besides the crunch of the snow beneath their boots. Despite how desolate things felt, they couldn’t help but feel like they weren’t completely alone.

       Hunter’s anxiety was, for a moment, eased when they spotted a squirrel scurrying through the snow. While it wasn’t common to see them out and about in the winter, it wasn’t impossible, either. Though the strange part wasn’t seeing it awake, but rather what it was doing. It seemed confused, for lack of a better word. It moved slowly, almost shaken, going back and forth with no real reason. It was odd, but maybe it was just the cold that has them scrambled? That’s how Hunter rationalized it, anyway. At least the woods weren’t as desolate as they previously seemed.

       They wanted the sight of an animal to ease their paranoia, but all it seemed to do was make it even worse. They felt ridiculous. What were they afraid of? They’ve been out here in these woods for 11 years now, they shouldn’t be afraid of them, the woods are the ones who should be scared! Hunter was the one with the gun, the one whose name is literally Hunter! Though it was all just in their head. They KNEW something strange was going on. THAT was the scary part. It couldn’t be rationalized away, and they knew it.

       As Hunter continued through the woods, the "peaceful walk to clear their head" was doing nothing but the opposite. Their mind was racing with a million things all tangled together into one. Their mind was anything BUT clear. Suddenly their scrambled thoughts were once again interrupted when something fell from the sky right in front of them, almost hitting them. They almost fell backwards, startled. Laying in the snow was a dead raven.

       “Oh, that’s not a fucking omen at all.” Hunter mumbled sarcastically to themself. They didn’t used to be superstitious, but after recent events, it’d be irrational NOT to be. They scanned the woods with concerned eyes, feeling more and more on edge by the second. They were about to run back home, but something in the snow caught their curiosity.

       Hunter got a closer look. They were footprints in the snow. That was the most normal thing Hunter had seen that day, yet it was the thing that troubled them the most. The prints had to be on the fresher side, considering how heavily it snowed earlier. Not to mention, anytime they’d find someone this far out, this close to their home, they’d kill them. And if we’re being honest, Hunter wasn’t really up for that… anymore. Still, out of curiosity they followed the trail, clutching their gun.

       As they followed the trail, even more sets of footprints appeared, coming out of the woods, connecting together to this one trail. There were dozens coming out from the woods, meeting up and conjoining. It was unnerving. How many other people were out here?

       It almost felt like they were walking right into a trap, but there was just something that compelled them to follow. A force that beckoned them forward, a terrible curiosity. The footprints went out into an open field in the middle of the woods.

       Hunter peeked out from around the trees out into the circular open clearing. Among all of the white snow stood a group of people, all wearing black cloaks, standing out starkly against the white backdrop. Not an inch of them were showing, wearing pants, boots, and gloves, all black. The most disturbing, though, were the white wolf skull masks they all wore.

       Hunter was frozen still in disbelief. They struggled to process what was even happening. Was this a... cult? This far out into the woods? Doing what? Why have they never seen them before? Hunter could only stare at them as the questions bounced around their head. They were just standing there in a circle doing absolutely nothing. Hunter almost wondered if they might have been statues as some kind of weird art project.

       They found it impossible to look away. They were just waiting for someone to move. To get an understanding of what was happening. To figure out whether or not this was even real. As time passed, two sets of hands grabbed onto them from behind.

       They were so startled and stunned they couldn't even react to it. Before they even knew it, the gun was taken from their hands, they were tied behind their back, and a sack was thrown over their head, blinding them. Hunter was suddenly snapped to their senses, adrenaline pumping through their body.

       “Fuck!” Was the only thing they managed to say.

       Through the sack they felt a cloth get held to their nose, breathing in the strong scent of chemicals. They were helpless to fight against it, and the multiple people who restrained them. It only took a few seconds before their vision went dark.

       When they came back to consciousness, they felt lightheaded and dizzy. It took them a moment to realize what happened, and when they did, they tried their best not to panic. The sack was still over their head, now secured with it tied around their neck. They were also no longer wearing their winter jacket.

       They could feel a nearby heat, hearing the sizzling and crackling of fire embers. Their hands were tied to the chair they sat on, as were their legs. It was almost deafly quiet in the room they were in, but then again they weren’t too sure where they even were. In a house? A garage? Some secret underground torture dungeon? There wasn’t much of a way to be sure.

       There were probably about 500 questions flying around Hunter’s head. Many of them were worry about what would happen to Fawn if they never returned to the cabin.

       As the anxious minutes ticked by, the sound of a door opening filled the room, followed by quiet footsteps.

       "Are you sure, Ethel?" Someone whispered as the footsteps approached them.

       "Of course I'm sure! Are you questioning my authority?" Ethel whispered back, "Look, it's just a scrawny human, it's not out to get us. You know how they get, they're famously too curious for their own good. We should just release it."

       “But it was spying on us," a different voice chimed in.

       “It wasn’t spying, humans are too dumb for that. It was just wondering what we were doing. I told you, humans are just curious." Ethel said, "I'm going to need to have a word with whoever was involved in this kidnapping. You wouldn't happen to know who did it, would you, Anthony?"

"N-no, of course not." He stuttered.

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Ethel said, tone dark.

Anthony furiously shook his head, "No ma'am. I would never."

"What about you, Agnes? You're my second in command. You'd tell me if you knew, certainly."

"I would, ma'am, but I have no clue. We're all just a bit frightened by the sight of a human. I'm sure whoever did it was just acting with the pack's best intrest at heart."

"Hmph. Well, all of your paranoia is only going to get us into more trouble. We can’t just go around taking humans out of the woods because we're scared. Scared. How stupid." Ethel scoffed.

       “But, ma'am, we already have them, aren’t they just going to... I dunno... freak out if we just... let them go?" Agnes said, "Won't they tell the police? We can’t have the human police force after us! And— you said it wasn’t out to get us, but— it was holding a shotgun! It’s very clearly a hunter, hunters kill us! How do we know it—” She cut herself off, frightened by the look Ethel was giving her.

       “Which one of us is the pack leader, me or you?”

       “You, ma’am. I’m sorry.”

       “You better be. Now untie and release it before it wakes up. That's my final order. Anthony, you figure out who is responsible for this."

"Yes ma'am." They both said, unanimously. Ethel and Anthony left the room.

       Agnes did as she was told, untying Hunter, and removing the sack from their head. Hunter pretended to still be asleep, despite how curious they were to get a peek at who these people were. Their fear of what would happen if they knew they were awake outweighed the curiosity.

       The woman picked them up and carried them out into the woods, feeling a cold breeze as they stepped outside, the wind howling. At a certain point, she laid them down into the snow, and the crunching footsteps could be heard disappearing back the way she came. Once there was nothing left besides the sound of the wind, Hunter peeked their eyes open.

       They were laying in the snow on their back, gazing up at the snow falling down to them. They sat up, and attempted to collect their thoughts. Their winter jacket was taken off of them, and they weren't bundled for this weather. It quickly became freezing.

       Hunter didn’t understand how, or when, or why, but they sure as hell weren’t gonna wait around to find out. The only problem was they had idea where they were. It was late in the evening, almost pitch black outside, the sky dark blue, a flurry of snow falling from the cloudy sky.

       The snow was thick, and running was hard, if not impossible. They had to stomp through the snow, using up a lot of energy, while also not being very fast.

       The thoughts were washed away, however, when they stumbled onto a road. It was an old road, but still clearly driven on. The snow wasn’t as bad here. Hunter sighed a breath of relief, but they weren’t out of the woods yet. They may not have been hopelessly lost, but they were still far from warmth. They could feel their very bones growing cold, and they worried they didn’t have much longer before hypothermia set in.

       They trudged down the road, their limbs growing numb. Each gust of wind that brushed past them felt almost painful. They were shaking and shivering, just hoping and praying that there was something nearby that could help them. Soon night would fall, and then they’d be stranded in complete darkness. Their prayers were answered when they spotted an abandoned car sitting at the side of the road. 

       The truck was decrepit and looked to be on its last leg, or rather wheel. The doors were unlocked and the keys were in the ignition. To Hunter’s surprise it actually turned on, and worked, sparking to life with a loud, roaring engine. They never actually learned how to drive, but they’ll take an opportunity when they can get one.

        They spent a few minutes playing with the buttons, figuring out how it worked. They managed to flick the lights on, illuminating freshly fallen snow in the headlights. Finally, they figured out how to turn the heat on, sitting inside as they warmed themself.

       Now came the hard part, driving into town…

Art attached, plus three new characters, plus the longest part yet??? Stuff's starting to take off now 👀

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You know, Hunter only kills people who get too close to their home, and I think that's perfectly understandable. I, too, have murderous tendencies when people decide to come into Subway within half an hour of closing so I think they're totally valid.

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I would read an entire novel about this I am so serious. There is SO much that could be done and SO much potential. Omg I can see it now. Starts all the way back in Whumpee's past and the reader can feel just as betrayed as they did. Really get them thinking they're the good guys before it's ripped out from under you. And then we can get the new arc with Whumpee on Whumper's team with the others and it could be like book 2. Like a duology. That would be so sick.

Abandoned Whumpee, 2/2 Final

[Masterlist] CW: Whumper turned caretaker, team whump, betrayal, angst

Blood was dripping from whumpee's chest. The blood pooled at their feet and their hands shook.

"Are you sure you aren't hurt?" Whumper asked.

"I'm - I'm sure." Whumpee looked down, knowing the blood wasn't theirs, but their mind kept thinking it was. Their pulse was beating so hard it pounded in their head, drowning their thoughts.

Whumper pulled them out of the room away from where the body where their teammate laid. Whumpee felt numb and blank, their only focus was to stay on their feet as they were led back to the infirmary.

Whumper sat them on the bed and rooted out clean clothes. They knew whumpee wouldn't like wearing something with whumper's logo on it, but it was better than wearing a bloodstained shirt.

"Get changed quickly, sitting in that can't be good for you." Whumper said. Whumpee didn't hesitate to pull their shirt over their head and change. Their hands fumbled as they folded them on their lap when they were done.

Whumpee exhaled, calming their shaken voice. "I have questions."

"I know you do," Whumper pulled up a chair and sat across from them. "I'll answer anything. Any question you have." They opened their arms.

"Who are you really?" Whumpee asked, pulling out the journal. "Why do you have one of our field guides? Does this belong to you, or did you take it from one of us?"

Whumper laughed for a moment, but seeing whumpee's face not change they took a deep breath. "I didn't grave rob it, if that's what you're asking. It was mine, when I was working for your team-leader. I see they're still sacrificing recruits in order to save their own skins, are they?" Whumper tilted their head.

Whumpee swallowed past the pit in their throat, "But I told them to run. I willingly stayed behind."

"Of course you did." Whumper smiled sadly. "But I didn't. And neither did the person before me. Or you, for that matter. That's why I said you were rare when we first met. You're the first person I found that did it willingly."

Whumpee's skin crawled, coldness spread from their chest down to their feet. They shook their head and anxiously bobbed their leg. "But they told me- ... The ones that didn't come back were either missing or traitors."

"That's probably what they said happened to you, too."

Whumpee sighed and dragged a hand down their face. How could they not have seen it... How could they have been fooled for so long? When they returned from missions, sometimes they would be one less person. The team-leader always had an explanation, but the reality was they were left behind as bait.

"What happened to those who were abandoned? Did you kill them?" Whumpee asked hesitantly.

"No," Whumper smiled and leaned back, "Just like you, I took them here. Of course, you were different; you stayed behind willingly, naturally you were a lot harder to convince. Your teammates are safe and deployed out of this zone. It wouldn't be good for them to be seen after being presumed dead. You've seen first hand what they'll do the moment they find you alive."

Whumpee nodded as tears welled in their eyes. All this time, people they grieved and mourned over, were alive and well. Better off, even.

"I can take you to them," Whumper added softly. They got up and sat next to whumpee. "Most of them joined our side, you would probably recognize a few of them. Would you like to come with me?" They wrapped their arm around whumpee's shoulder as they collapsed against whumper's side. Silent tears streamed down their face.

"Y-yes... Yeah I would." Whumpee sniffed and wiped their face. "I-I'm sorry for trying to st-stab you, earlier."

Whumper chuckled and held them tighter. "You almost got me good with that plastic fork. But I understand I was too hard on you when we brought you in, I didn't know if I could trust you yet." Whumper turned whumpee towards them and cupped their face. "You know none of this is your fault, right? Not a single part of it."

Whumpee leaned up and nodded, finishing wiping the rest of the tears. "If you won't accept my apology, then at least accept my thanks." They smiled. They looked down at the journal, their old team's logo branded on the front. Whumpee set it face-down so they wouldn't have to see it anymore.

"I'll stay." Whumpee murmured.

"I want to stop them. I want them to know what they've done" Whumper looked up with a hint of surprise, but nodded as they understood.

"I want to join you."

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Pain

A whumpee who starts experiencing sadistic thoughts during their recovery. They want to inflict pain on someone. It's a compulsion, a tick in their brain they never had before.

They feel horribly, soul-crushingly guilty. Because they know exactly what it feels like, how awful it is. And they want to do it anyways.