I was growing extra teeth in my mouth and down my throat. There were so many that they filled my throat and began to suffocate me. They clicked together when I tried to talk. I woke up trying to scream through the teeth.
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Experimentation on Nylo : the answer is YES in my lore 😈
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can I request a whumpee being turned to stone for hundreds of years before finally being freed by a person who felt bad for the statue that was covered in ivy and cleaned them up a bit?
tw immortal whumpee, starvation, suffocation, dehydration, literally trapped in stone and deprived of everything for ages
Whumpee gasped for air, startling their saviour who had been diligently clearing away weeds and moss for hours. They frantically tore off the remaining pieces of their plant prison, tossing vines and leaves to the ground before breaking down completely, wheezing and sobbing like there was no tomorrow.
Except there was. There would always be a tomorrow for them. There was always a tomorrow, even when they wished it wouldn’t come. And tomorrow had never brought anything but more pain.
“Holy shit,” the stranger muttered, but Whumpee barely heard it.
They could finally draw a breath after centuries of being trapped in stone, lungs and muscles all frozen and useless despite their desire to move and live. They tried to stretch their cramping limbs, but it only ended in more agony and crying.
“Hey… Hey, t-take it easy…” Whumpee looked up to meet the stranger’s gaze, their pathetic state seemingly calming them enough not to run. “I… I had no idea… How long…?”
Centuries, they wanted to say; but the words wouldn’t come. Their throat felt dry, like it was still filled with gravel, and their jaw ached as they tried to form their answer. Centuries. Millenia. I don’t know.
“Oh, fuck, of course… Of course…” They quickly pulled out a bottle filled with fresh water, timidly offering it up to Whumpee. It didn’t matter. Their arms wouldn’t move like they wanted them to. “Should I– May I…?” The stranger crawled a little closer, screwing the cap off and lifting it to Whumpee’s lips.
Whumpee gulped it down way too fast, whining when the stranger pulled their hand back. They needed more. Please. They hadn’t drunk in so many lifetimes.
“You’ll get sick if you don’t pace yourself,” they said apologetically. “I– I think… I’ve never… I’ve never helped… people like you. But I’ll let you have more in a bit. I promise.”
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Holding Whumpee face down on the ground? Classic, iconic, but consider: said ground being fresh, wet concrete and the longer they refuse to submit, the more likely Whumper will keep their head pinned in it so they suffocate
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Suffocation
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July 4th, 1992 autograph session in Lomas Verdes, México
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pic by Anastacio Sandoval
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I was piloting a Lego-style spaceship with two humanoid dinosaur skeletons wearing Jurassic Park t-shirts. They didn’t have brains because they were skeletons, so naturally they were very stupid. They decided to pull the lever labelled as ‘turn the air off’ to see what happened. They forgot I was human and needed air, and before I could warn them, I suffocated to death.
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