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Whumptober 2023

[ID: a photo of the completionist badge for whumptober 2023. The top of the picture says completionist, has filled 31 prompts in 31 das. The middle of the picture is a face wrapped in bandages, under it whumptober 2023 written in caps. The background is green and black. /End ID]

Another year of whumptober, another year full of wonderful prompts. Thanks @whumptober for the organisation, it was a blast. Prompt list under the cut.

Day 1: “How many fingers am I holding up?” Day 2: “They don't care about you.” Day 3: “Make it stop.” Day 4: “You in there?” Day 5: “It's broken.” Day 6: “It should have been me.” Day 7: “Can you hear me?” Day 8: “It’s all for nothing.” Day 9: “You're a liar.” Day 10: “You said you'd never leave.” Day 11: “No one will find you.” Day 12: “I’m up, I’m up.” Day 13: “I don’t feel so good.” Day 14: “Just hold on.” Day 15: “I’m fine.” Day 16: “Don’t go where I can’t follow.” Day 17: “Leave me alone.” Day 18: “Hit them harder.” Day 19: “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” Day 20: “You will regret touching them.” Day 21: “Don’t move.” Day 22: “Watch out!” Day 23: “Who’s there?” Day 24: “I thought they were with you.” Day 25: “They’re not breathing!” Day 26: “You look awful.” Day 27: “Let me see.” Day 28: “You'll have to go through me.” Day 29: “What happened to me?” Day 30: “Not much longer...” Day 31: “Take it easy.”

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Whump ABC #24

Based on the results of this poll.

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Whumpee rubs their eyes when they lie down again, caretaker telling them again and again that they need to rest. Compared to other things, whumpee just feels tired, but if caretaker is so insistent, they'll just listen to them.

When the other returns from the talk with the doctor, they are weirdly quiet. Whumpee cracks one eye open and sees caretaker look at them with ... something weird in their eyes. Something they can't quite identify yet.

"Hm?", whumpee grunts and manages to open the other eye, dizziness making it a little hard to see.

"I just saw your x-rays," they begin and swallow. Whumpee furrows their brows questioningly and waits for caretaker to continue. "Nothing broken, but you need to rest more," they finally say and chew on their bottom-lip.

"What else?" Whumpee feels annoyed by how weird caretaker acts and sighs.

"Your x-ray also showed something else. Something ... older." Their eyes meet for a second and whumpee softly snorts before looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh ... That was years ago, don't worry about it too much," they dismiss and start chewing on their own bottom-lip before they feel caretaker's hand on theirs. Years ago means that whumpee was a child, teenager at most when all this happened. But they have buried those memories.

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Whump ABC #26

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Whump ABC #23 - Whipped

Based on the results of this poll.

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Whumpee's hands shake from pain and exhaustion and henchman rips their shirt apart, revealing their back. Exposed to whumper, whumpee closes their eyes when they hear them walk closer.

Warm hands touch their cold skin, leaving goosebumps on their way. They hear whumper scoff, who bows down so their mouth is right next to whumpee's ear.

"Your old scars will be nothing against what is about to follow," they coo and walk back again, whumpee bracing themself for the pain that comes with the crack of the whip.

The burning sensation makes them grunt, but it's not enough to make them scream. Again and again, the thundering crack rings in whumpee's ears, hot blood running down their back now.

Whumpee's body shakes from pain, their mind racing, wanting it to stop. Barely holding onto consciousness, whumpee coughs and closes their eyes. The whip licks at their skin another time.

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Whump ABC #25

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Whumptober #31

Trope of the day: “Take it easy.”

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"Okay. Okay, I can do it," whumpee mutters as they prepare themself to get up from bed, their knees already weak. But they promised themself that they would get up today, no matter what it takes.

Counting in their head, whumpee manages to get off the bed at ten and feels the dizziness rush to their head, sight getting blurry and black. "Fuck."

But before they can collapse, someone catches them. Warm arms help whumpee stand upright again, they hold onto them with shaky hands.

“Take it easy,” caretaker says as they help them sit down on the bed again, whumpee already sweaty from their little try. "Why are you out of bed?"

"Tried to prove myself," whumpee mumbles as they rub their eyes, glad that they don't feel so dizzy anymore. "Wanted to get up after a week, but that's not enough apparently."

“Take it easy, kid. Your body needs rest.” Whumpee nods and sighs. They let themself fall backwards on the mattress and pat the spot next to it, waiting for caretaker to lie down next to them.

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Whumptober #30

Trope of the day: “Not much longer...”

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Caretaker's arms are warm around whumpee, who is barely awake, but forces their eyes to stay open. As they watch the snow fall from above, they feel disoriented. A shiver makes them whimper and caretaker rubs their hands over whumpee's arms.

“Not much longer...”, they mutter and look around, probably to find any sign that the others are on their way here. Whumpee can't even answer anything as just a soft grunt escapes their lips.

They are tired and cold, just want to close their eyes. But they know they shouldn't. Because they know that they probably won't open them again.

“Not much longer,” caretaker repeats and whumpee tries to take it to heart. Not much longer and they can finally rest ... finally close their eyes. But till then, they need to stay strong.

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Whumptober #29

Trope of the day: “What happened to me?”

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Machines are beeping, footsteps walking in and out of the room. Someone talks to another person, but they can't hear out anything they are saying.

Whumpee remembers the coldness in the cell they had been sitting in for weeks. Their body throbbed and hurt with every breath they took, now they are warm and ... painless.

Is this death?

It takes a few more moments for them to finally open their heavy lids, the room is not as bright as they anticipated. The talking stops and someone rushes to their sides.

There are hands on them, warm and gentle. Whumpee's throat hurts as they open their mouth and croak “What happened to me?”

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Whumptober #28

Trope of the day: "You'll have to go through me."

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Whumpee feels their legs shake as they get up from the ground. Their body is at its limit, but they can't just give up. Not now, not here. With a soft grunt they move to stand in front of caretaker, who is fighting with consciousness.

Blood. There's blood everywhere.

Their own, caretaker's. It's too much.

But they can't just give up. Whumpee faces their attacker and straightens their shoulders. "If you want them, you'll have to go through me," they hiss and try to stand straight, even readying their hands to throw a punch.

Even if they feel like passing out any second, they just want caretaker to be safe. Want them to survive. Whumpee doesn't care if they have to die to achieve this goal.

Caretaker grunts something, but whumpee can't understand them. They just have to keep it up a little longer, not long and help will arrive. At least they hope so.

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Whumptober #27

Trope of the day: “Let me see.”

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When caretaker walks out of their bedroom to check where the noises come from, they are more than surprised to see whumpee in their office, sitting on the ground and rumaging through bandages.

Small drops and puddles of blood are on the floor, so caretaker snaps out of their sleepiness and hurry to whumpee's side, who tenses up when they see them.

"Sorry, I- I didn't want to wake you up," they mutter, their own eyes tired, but face pale from pain. Caretaker crouches down next to them and cocks their head.

"I'd prefer it, if you woke me up," they reassure them and nod at the arm whumpee has wrapped in makeshift bandages. “Let me see,” they say softly and patiently wait for whumpee to nod and stretch out their arm.

Caretaker won't ask where the injury comes from, it's enough that whumpee didn't flee when caretaker walked in. Small steps are better than none, they remind themself and sit down to take a better look.

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Whumptober #26

Trope of the day: “You look awful.”

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Whumpee has been sleeping for the last two days, their exhaustion finally caught up to them and hit them like a train. When the doorbell rings, they get up and groggily rub their eyes.

The doorbell rings again and whumpee shuffles to the door, mumbling that they are on their way. Caretaker is about to ring the bell a third time, when whumpee opens the door and looks at them.

"What? You woke me up," they mutter and yawn, caretaker visibly relaxing their shoulders.

“You look awful,” is the first thing they say and already move past them to get inside the flat. Whumpee stands next to the opened door for a moment, blinks tiredly, and sighs.

"Come in, I guess." The fresh air felt good, so they open two of their windows as caretaker already moves around in their kitchen. "May I ask what you're doing here?"

"I figured you wouldn't eat as soon as you hit the mattress, so Imma prepare dinner. You look awful, go take a shower. Dinner should be ready by then."

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Whumptober #25

Trope of the day: “They’re not breathing!”

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When caretaker finally arrives at the scene, it's even worse than they expected it to be. Too many are injured, one looks worse than the other. They don't even have the time to catch their breath as team mate runs up and grabs their arm to pull them with them.

"Wh-what are you doing?", caretaker says after finally finding their voice, the shock slowly leaving their system so they can think clearly again.

“They’re not breathing,” team mate rasps and tries to get them to quicken their pace, but caretaker finally snaps back into reality and hurries forward.

Another team mate sits beside whumpee's lifeless body, doing cpr as good as they can, sobs shaking their body every few seconds. “They’re not breathing,” they call out, and caretaker softly pushes them away to try their best and get whumpee back.

Their hands are experienced, a steady rhythm that cracks some of the ribs of the cold body beneath them. A steady rhythm that helps caretaker not lose their mind.

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Whumptober #24

Trope of the day: “I thought they were with you.”

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Caretaker's heart drops when they see team leader return by themself. Whumpee is nowhere to be seen, not even closely following the other. With their mouth dry and their throat tightening, they catch up to team leader and grab them by the shoulders.

Their fingers dig into the other's shirt, desperate to hold onto something, to make them realise that they are in fact not dreaming.

"Where are they?", they finally manage to say and team leader looks at them with fear and confusion in their eyes. "Please tell me, where's whumpee?"

Team leader's brows furrow. “I thought they were with you,” they mutter and the confusion turns into worry as caretaker keeps staring at them with growing panic. The last time they saw whumpee, they were already hurt.

So what is their condition now?

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Whumptober #23

Trope of the day: “Who’s there?”

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Darkness. When whumpee opens their eyes, they can't see. Not even the slightest source of light is available, which makes their heart already pound against their chest.

Are they awake?

Are they dreaming?

They have no idea. Dreams feel like reality, reality feels like dreams far too often. Where are the boundaries of both?

Fear creeps up their body, wraps its arms around them, hands around their throat to squeeze it softly. Tighter and tighter. A sound makes them jump and look around in panic, but it's too dark.

“Who’s there?” Whumpee's voice is shaky, almost as unsteady as their hands that try to feel their way around. Another sound, this time it's closer.

“Who’s there?”, they repeat and feel panic rise in their chest, their thoughts racing without an end in sight. The darkness becomes colder, whumpee feels like they are trapped.

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Whumptober #22

Trope of the day: “Watch out!”

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Whumpee is already wheezing when they get up from the ground, blood trickling from the wound on their forehead. Their knees feel weak, but there is not much time left. They just have to continue, have to try.

When they finally see whumper, they try to call out to them, but it feels like their lungs are out of air. Instead, whumpee waves their arms in hopes of alerting the other, who finally looks up and catches up to them, hurrying from their hiding place to help them with their last few steps.

But that's what their attacker has been waiting for and with the last bit of breath left, whumpee calls out “Watch out!” Just when the shots rings out and hits caretaker in their shoulder, making them stumble and almost collapse.

As fast as their hurting body lets them, whumpee finally catches up to the other and drags them with them back into the hiding place. They want to scream, want to ask if they are okay. But nothing leaves their lips.

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Whumptober #21

Trope of the day: “Don’t move.”

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Whumpee doesn't understand why the team looks at them in horror. The pain hasn't even reached their brain yet, their body too full of adrenaline to realise what is going on. Only when their head feels dizzy, whumpee realises something is going on.

Something bad.

Almost as fast as they collapse to the floor, caretaker's by their side, the rest of the team following. Whumpee sees blood on caretaker's hands as they check their body and finally realises that it must be really bad. They hear the others talk, but their words don't make it to their brain.

A second ago, everything was fine, now whumpee has problems keeping their eyes open. "Eyes on me, kid," caretaker says with a stern voice, that kind of voice they only use when things are looking pretty rough. Whumpee wants to ask what is going on, their body in pain as they move their arms and try to gather strength.

“Don't move.” Caretaker's voice is low, but something doesn't seem right. Whumpee wants to protest, but a hand lands on their shoulder and squeezes it softly. “Don't move, kid. This will hurt.”

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Whumptober #20

Trope of the day: “You will regret touching them.”

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Whumper's sick joy is visible in their smile as they explain to caretaker what they did to whumpee ... to the broken shell that is finally safe and at home. Caretaker didn't expect to find whumper that fast, but they seem to pride themself with their actions.

"They stopped screaming so fast ... almost as if they gave up immediately," whumper says with a happy sigh, knowing how provocative they are acting.

Anger makes their fists shake, they jaw clench as they take a step towards whumper and look them in the eye. Their own voice is low and almost soft when they finally utter their answer. “You will regret touching them.”

A spark in whumper's eyes is enough to make caretaker realise that they have already won. Whumper is scared. Because they should be.

When caretaker patches up their bruised and bloody knuckles, all they can think of is the satisfaction they felt when whumper lost their defiant smile.