#hidden whumpee

[leyswhumpdump]

Hidden Whumpee Prompts

Whumpees whose fear response is hiding.

A caretaker who has to go looking for whumpee every single time something scary happens. Or when nothing seems to have happened, but a quick movement or a sharp voice sends whumpee scurrying away before caretaker can call them back

A whumpee who’s injured (or ill), hiding their wounds and therefore their vulnerabilities. Or hiding their whole self, and caretaker has to follow the trail of blood to find them

A whumper who knows all of whumpee’s hiding spots, so whumpee can’t even hide from them

Caretaker joining whumpee in their little place of safety, trying to reassure them

Whumpee dragging caretaker into their little place of safety (bonus points if there’s no objective reason to be hiding)

The classic “bear behind the lamppost” of terrible hiding skills

Whumpees who are skilled at camouflage

Whumpees with invisibility powers

Whumpees hiding in dangerous places, perhaps unknowingly (e.g. a dumpster that’s about to be emptied, a room with limited oxygen, a teapot for a tiny whumpee)

Whumpees hiding in oversized clothes

Whumpees hiding tattoos, scars or brands from whumper, caretaker, their team or wider society

Whumpees hiding food

Whumpees hiding their comfort items

Whumpees hiding other whumpees

I personally love the hiding trope because it allows whumpee some agency, but also does a great job of showing how timid and vulnerable they are.

#whump #whump prompts #whump inspiration #hidden whumpee #hiding whump

[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker opens the trashcan and finds dozens of blood-covered rags, the med kit's been moved with supplies missing and whumpee's been lying in their room all day.

-Que caretaker bursting their door open yelling "WHAT did you get involved in NOW?"

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #protective caretaker #injured whumpee #hidden injury #whump angst #whump scenario #whump writing #whump prompt #caretaker prompt #caretaking prompt

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee hid any mistakes they made from the caretaker, just like they used to do with the whumper. The whumpee would hide injuries as well, which often meant that the caretaker would find them when the injuries where at their worst, anxious about how the injuries had gotten there in the first place.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #past whump #caretaker #hidden injuries

[friendlesscat]

A whumpee that's so used to pain they don't realize they're hurt.

They've been so accustomed to the constant wounds and torture that they gradually grew numb to it. Or maybe to them, pain is a constant state of being, there's nothing unusual about it. And so, there's not much of a difference wether it hurts a bit more or a bit less.

Perhaps, when they've been rescued and getting accustomed to ordinary life, they might get hurt. But, since it's just a dull ache, it's fine, right? After it doesn't get better for a while, they might mention it to someone and receive the advice to visit a doctor - only to find out that the injury is major and that a person normally wouldn't be able to function at all, much less brush it off as a "minor inconvenience".

That would probably make their companions wonder about what they could have gone through to become like this. Perhaps they knew it wasn't good, but never to this extent. :D

#whump #whump ideas #hurt/comfort #tortured whumpee #writing prompt #whumpee #whump prompt #hidden injury #i just keep thinking about how the realization would dawn on the teammates faces as they find out the extent of the damage #ehehehe

[cpt-winters]

Sudden Collapse *Team Leader Edition*

Come on, pull yourself together.

Leader leaned his hands on the table, squinting at the map sprawled across it and blinked a few times as it blurred in and out of focus.

"Leader? You were saying..?" Teammate Two prompted.

"Right," he started again, ignoring how the room span as he lifted his hands from the table. "So if we plant charges on...on the..." his voice trailed off, his thoughts slipping through his mind like sand. He dug his nails into his palms, willing himself to concentrate.

"You alright, boss?" Teammate One asked, their brow creased as they stepped closer.

"Fine," he dismissed as the team exchanged confused and concerned glances.

Just wanting to get through the briefing, Leader took a slow, deliberate breath before continuing. "If we plant charges on the w...west generator, that should... should buy us- enough t-time to... to..." Leader stumbled through his words, his sluggish mind unable to navigate the fragmented thoughts as another wave of nausea rolled over him.

He vaguely registered a muffled shout from Medic.

"'m fine," he slurred, reaching out for something to stabilize himself as his body swayed dangerously. He hadn't even realized he was falling until his head slammed against the floor.

"-oss? Boss!"

#team leader whump #I'm starting to realize I have a thing for this #whump #leader whump #fainting whump #collapse whump #whump scenario #team whump #kind of? #Whump Thing I Wrote 5 #hidden injury #collapsing #team dynamics #stoic whumpee #whump snippet

[whumperofworlds]

Caretaker: Why is there blood on the carpet?!

Whumpee, who has been hiding their injury:

#whump #whump memes #whump humor #blood mention #hidden injury #whumpee #caretaker

[fern-writes-whump]

Hi <3 I’ve been thinking of more reasons for a whumpee to hide their injuries✨️

they're still in the middle of a mission and they don't have any time to get medical attention either way so there's no reason to distract everyone else from their tasks

they don’t know! the adrenaline of the fight still hasn’t faded so they won’t know they’re bleeding until someone else sees the stain quickly spreading on their clothes

whumper wants them to be “perfect” and marks are an easy way to be “discarded”

Plain old “they believe they deserve whatever happened to them”

Another whumpee is injured and they’d rather use the limited supplies on them.

They know they won’t make it and they don’t want their last moments to be filled with people panicking and crying

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee #hidden injury #queue

[the-broken-pen]

Six months ago, when the protagonist had first appeared in the middle of the villain’s compound, scrawny and half feral, the villain hadn’t thought much of it.

And then it happened again.

And again.

The villain thought something of it.

“Let me work with you,” they had begged. The villain was almost certain the protagonist was homeless. “Please, I have powers, I can—”

The villain said yes.

Maybe it had been whatever remnants were left of the villain’s stupid heart. Maybe it was the chocolate donut they had that morning. Maybe it was the desperation coming off the protagonist in waves.

Maybe they were just bored.

They paid it no mind.

The protagonist did have powers, but they were minor. The kind you see in small children, the first in a bloodline to mutate powers. Their great grand children would wield enough power to level buildings, be heroes and villains and everything in between. But for now, they sat in preschool classrooms and summoned the tiniest spark of flame.

The protagonist, trembling like a fawn, sweat slicking their brow, seemed to be one of those children. Albeit an older version.

Not useless, exactly. They had a startling affinity for picking locks—which explained the ability to get into the villain’s compound—a willingness to fight anyone, and a lack of fear. But they weren’t exactly the most useful sidekick the villain could have picked.

The villain wouldn’t trade them for anyone else, though.

Their stupid, half dead heart, it seemed, cared for the protagonist.

So, when the hero set out to kill the protagonist, the villain knew they would do anything to keep them safe.

They caught the hero’s hand, twisting to shove them backwards a step, and they felt rather than saw the protagonist wince.

“Violent today, aren’t we?”

The hero was seething, and it unsettled something in the villain. The hero was unstable, yes. But the villain had never seen them try to kill someone before; they hadn’t even considered the hero might try.

They dodged another blow, the hero’s power blasting apart a building behind them. Their spine prickled, and they dropped to avoid the next hit.

“Just itching to go to prison for homicide, hm?”

When the hero didn’t even attempt to respond to their half-assed banter, the villain’s gut roiled.

“Protagonist,” they said between breaths. “Leave. Now.”

“No.”

They managed to throw the hero to the ground, risking a glance at the protagonist. They were covered in dust, supersuit dirty and torn across one calf, but their feet remained planted, shoulders set. “You heard me. Go back to the compound—“

The protagonist’s eyes widened, and the villain knew they had turned away for too long.

The villain went down hard, ears ringing, as the hero shook out their fist.

“Stop it,” the protagonist’s voice cracked. They took a step forward, wavering like they weren’t sure if they should run or fight.

“Go,” the villain coughed, and the protagonist flinched. They rolled onto their back, struggling to stand as the hero’s power flickered dangerously.

The villain knew, innately, that the next hit would kill them.

The villain sucked in a painful breath.

The hero lunged.

And the protagonist, voice wrecked with fear, screamed, “Dad.”

The villain’s heart stuttered.

There was a flash of light.

In front of them, panting for air like they would never get enough, was the protagonist. The hero’s fist was planted against their chest still, and the villain could tell it had been a death blow. Anyone, even the villain, wouldn’t have survived.

And yet—

The protagonist stood, unharmed.

“Dad,” they said again, and the hero didn’t quite flinch, but it was close. “Stop.”

The silence was deafening.

Something in the hero’s jaw tightened.

“Move,” the hero said lowly. The protagonist didn’t falter.

“No.”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

“What exactly will you do to me if I don’t listen,” the protagonist gave a sharp laugh. “Hit me? You tried that already.”

The hero sucked in a breath.

“I am your—“

“You are my nothing,” the protagonist corrected. “Certainly not my father. You lost that right when I was eight.”

The villain managed to push themselves to their feet.

“That was stupid,” the villain murmured, but it didn’t have any heat to it. “You couldn’t have known that would work. You had no idea if you could survive a hit like that.”

The protagonist very pointedly did not turn around, shoulders tense.

“I did,” their voice was strained. “He lost the right to fatherhood when I was eight, remember?”

The hero didn’t say anything, but the villain thought that might have been shame creeping its way across their face.

Oh.

Oh.

The hero—

The villain had been harboring the child of the most powerful being on the planet for six months. A child the hero had tried to kill, or at the very least, hurt.

Their heart stuttered.

They had been harboring the most powerful being on the planet, their mind corrected. A drop of blood slid its way down their spine. Power grew with every generation, and with the hero already so powerful, any child they had would be something close to a god.

“You said you had mild telekinesis,” the villain said numbly. The protagonist half turned to look over their shoulder, eyes shiny.

“My mom,” the protagonist. “I got it from her. The rest…”

From the hero.

The protagonist scanned the villain’s face.

They were searching for signs of violence, the villain realized. The protagonist wasn’t afraid of the hero anymore; no, the protagonist had seen the worst they could do. But somehow, the protagonist had begun to care for the villain. And they were terrified the villain—the person they trusted the most—was going to hurt them over a secret. The villain could see it all, scrawled across the protagonist’s face clear as day.

The villain was going to kill the hero. Painfully.

“Protagonist,” the villain kept their voice even. Gentle. Slow. “I’m not mad. And I’m not going to hurt you.” Their eyes slipped past to the protagonist to the hero.

“Him, however, I will be.”

The protagonist worried their lip between their teeth, and the villain watched as their power—their true power—sparked along their shoulder blades.

The villain stepped forwards—

“Don’t,” it was little more than a whisper.

The villain stopped.

The protagonist slid in front of the villain once more. “Just,” they raised a hand, as if taking a moment to choose their next words. “Stay.”

The villain stayed.

When the protagonist’s attention turned back to the hero, it was bloodthirsty. It spoke of war, and hatred, and revenge.

“You’re going to leave,” the protagonist’s voice was sharp enough to cut skin. “And you aren’t going to come back. I don’t care if it’s because you don’t want to, or because you know that if you do, I will kill you and I’ll like it—you won’t come back.”

The hero swallowed.

“The city needs me.”

“You are a plague to this city, and I am ridding it of you. Get. Out.”

The hero stumbled a step backwards, as if they had been hit. Their expression twisted.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” the protagonist seethed.

They all knew the protagonist meant it.

The hero was halfway down the block, news vans and reporters scrambling their way onto the scene with cameras raised, when the protagonist called after them.

“Oh, and Dad?” The cameras snapped to them, and the protagonist grinned. It was vicious—it looked like the villain’s. “Parents who abuse their children don’t get to be heroes. Especially not you.”

They waited a beat, two, three.

The press exploded.

Above the din, power crackling around them, the protagonist mouthed two words.

“I win.”

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[feverdreamsanddelusions]

prompt ask game — kidnapping

[tw kidnapping, needles, noncon drugging, betrayal, captivity, threat of murder, knives, guns, hidden in plain sight, intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee, stockholm syndrome]

25 scenarios and 25 dialogue prompts :)

scenarios

chloroformed rag to the face

attacked from behind

attacked by someone whumpee knew and trusted

attacked while fumbling with the keys to their front door

shoved into the back of a van

tranquilised via a little dart

drugged with a syringe to the neck

held at knifepoint

held at gunpoint

threatened into complying

knocked unconscious with bare hands

whumper was in the backseat of their car

whumpee has to pretend everything is okay and they're not currently being kidnapped

waking up in the trunk of a car

waking up in the backseat, tied up and possibly gagged

waking up in a dingy basement

sensory deprivation (noise cancelling earphones, blindfold, gag etc) so whumpee has no idea what's happening

held for ransom

held for information/interrogation

there are multiple whumpers making sure whumpee is not going anywhere

whumpee knows there must be people looking for them

whumpee knows nobody is looking

stockholm syndrome

lima syndrome

whumpee is told exactly how many days their captors are willing to keep them. the literal deadline is approaching

dialogue

"shh, not a sound."

"hush now– you don't want to get other people in trouble, do you?"

"relax, the drugs will kick in soon."

"so feisty... should i tighten the restraints even more?"

"i already know everything i need to know about you, whumpee. do i need to visit your dear friends/family first for you to come with me?"

"this can be very easy or very difficult for you. choose wisely."

"my contract says preferably alive. keep that in mind."

"stop squirming, unless you want me to hurt you more than i intended."

"you're outnumbered."

"get in the car."

"nobody has to get hurt if you comply."

"so... do you think caretaker will pay?"

"wakey wakey, time to talk."

"don't beat yourself up. i promise this would've happened no matter how cautious you tried to be."

"oh, don't be silly. nobody is coming to save you."

"the cops? honey, we have two officers on our team. the cops won't do shit."

"let go of me! let me go!"

"i don't have anything to tell you, you have the wrong person!"

"please, i won't tell anyone– i won't call the police–"

"is this– is this for ransom?"

"they'll be looking for me! you're fucking done for!"

"please, at least... loosen the restraints a little? it hurts so much."

"c-can i go home if they pay?"

"we don't have that kind of money! please, this is impossible!"

"what... what do you mean for fun?"

#whump #whump prompt #whump prompt list #whump scenario #kidnapping #needles #noncon drugging #betrayal #captivity #threat of murder #knives #guns #hidden in plain sight #intimate whumper #conditioned whumpee #stockholm syndrome #ask game

[whump-go-brrr]

A whumper who’s new to torturing and doesn’t really know how much a person can take. They’ve tied whumpee down and gotten out all their toys but whumpee is just laying there lifelessly. Whumper hurts them just a little bit to see if they’ll respond but whumpee doesn’t seem to notice. Whumper starts to think maybe they went too far when whumpee stiffens up and starts to seize.

#cue the whumper panicking #lots of attempted tlc while they figure out what’s happening #I think whumpee has a VERY infected wound #do they make it out alive? #if they do does whumper continue the torture #whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whump prompts #whump tropes #hidden injury #sorta #whumper #whump imagine

[whumpshots]

Whump ABC #8 - Hidden Injury

Based on the results of this poll.

_

Caretaker grits their teeth as they get up from the chair, the dizziness almost making them sit down again. But they take a deep breath, straighten their shoulders and walk out of their office. Team leader catches up to them on the hallway, placing a hand on their shoulder which makes them flinch.

The sudden movement hurts, the pain immediately shoots through their body, exhausted and almost shaking as their painkillers slowly but surely stop working. But caretaker bites their tongue and hides the agony they are in - there are more important things to do right now. Resting would set the whole team back, they can't risk it.

"Hey, we need you upstairs," team leader says and eyes them for a few seconds. "Lookin' a bit pale, you good?" Caretaker manages a nod and tries to shake off the pain that won't stop throbbing through their whole body, trying to casually lean against the wall as their knees feel like they almost give in.

"Are you sure you are okay? You seem-" but team leader stops in the middle of their sentence to catch caretaker by the arm and guide them softly to the ground as the collapse, feeling hot and cold at the same time. They try to struggle against the hands lifting their shirt, revealing blood soaked bandages around their abdomen.

"How long have you been hiding this?", team leader asks, eyes widened in concern. "Hey, hey ... stay with me, okay?" But caretaker mutters an excuse and feels the pain take over.

#whump #whump writing #whump drabble #caretaker #aftermath #hidden injury #hiding an injury #whump trope #whump prompt #poll results #collapse #caretaker whump #caretaker turned whumpee #whump abc #whumpshots

[oddsconvert]

Terrified Villain goes to kind Hero for help

CW: Villain Whumpee, Hero Caretaker, Hidden/Discovered Injury, Passing Out, Mentions of blood, Gunshot wound, Adult language (I may have missed some!)

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Hero sprung awake from the shrilling of the doorbell in the dead of night. It wasn't the time of night that concerned them, the fact it was so late that moonlight leaked through the slit in the curtains and illuminated the pitch-black bedroom.

No, it was the fact that the doorbell had even rung at all. They didn't recognise the sound of it, it had never been used. Living out in the middle of nowhere brings the added perk of no uninvited visitors.

Whoever was at the door, was punching the doorbell button in, screeching in it's constant chime. Banging the door down with their pounding knocks. A sense of urgency and panic about it as Hero rushes down the stairs as quick they can, rushing to tie the belt to their dressing gown.

Peeking through the doorhole, Hero can't believe their eyes - thunderstruck by who's stood the other side.

Villain.

His pupils blown saucer wide with fright, his complexion a ghostly and drained pale white. Chuntering panicked breaths as his finger repeatedly smashes into the button, his other fist thumping against the wood. Constantly looking over both his shoulders, as though he's watching his back for something or someone.

Hero swings the door open, but Villain instantly squeals and cowers away when it does, holding his arms over his head and ducking defensively, protectively.

"D-Don't shoot! Please!" Villain cries, squeezing his eyes shut and wincing away. Only now Hero can see how much he's shaking, barely standing on his own two legs, wobbling as they hreaten to crumble underneath him.

"Villain?! What the hell are you doing here?"

Villain dares to open his eyes, gasping a shuddered breath of relief when he's met with Hero's gentle and concerned gaze. He swallows the lump in his throat.

"I - I didn't know where else to go...", Villain whimpers, "I .... I don't have anywhere else to go."

That nearly crushes Hero's heart, he'd never seen the man like this - this weak. A trembling, teary mess at his doorstep. This isn't the Villain they know, the villain they've tried to take down for god knows how long. Either this man was an impostor or something was terribly wrong.

They take a cautious step forward and place their hand on Villain's shoulder, he jumps at the touch, shaking underneath his palm.

Villain lifts his head up, tears filling his eyes and staring with terror into Hero's.

"Need...Need help. Please" he croaks out, moments before his balance fails him and he falls like a tonne of bricks to the floor with a pained moan. Hero drops down with him, holding his head up and crouching beside him.

"Scared - help - They'll kill me- hide me"

"Help with what? Who? Villain, you gotta talk to me. I'll help, you know I will. But I need to know what's wrong?"

"If... If I-I survive, you can turn me in... " Villain whispers solmenly with the compromise, only now Hero notices he's clutching onto his stomach as he slowly peels his hand away. His palm coated with sticky and warm blood, soaking through his suit.

Oh fuck. He's hurt.

"J-Just help...didn't-"

When he lifts his shirt away with shaking hands, Hero can finally see... a gunshot wound, ripping right through his side, and it's bleeding out. It's drenched and pooling. Villain's eyes roll deep into the back of his skull, his grip loosening as his body tone dissolves, growing floppy as Hero tries to prop him up.

Fading into unconsciousness.

"Nononono, stay awake. Come on, Villain - what happened?!" Hero scrambles, trying to take a look at the wound but when his fingers lightly ghost over the top, Villain weakly hisses in pain.

"-didn't ... didn't know who else to go to..." Villain finally groans, drifting away as he passes out.

Hero scoops him into his arms, lifting him with ease as Villain's body slumps in his hold. Glancing around the front yard of his house, all the land to see if anyone is around. Hiding, watching...waiting.

They stare down at the man in their arms, startled by how the usual cocky and snarky persona had morphed into one of desperation and terror. They rush back into the house with him.

They were the last person they ever expected Villain to come to for help.

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Drabble taglist: @whatwasmyprevioususername @whumpsday @sparrowsage @whumperfully @wolves-and-winters

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[jordanstrophe]

Hidden injuries with protective caretakers:

Whumpee hides illnesses, injuries, names of people who hurt them. But not because they’re worried about what caretaker will think-

-But worried about what caretaker will do. They'll hunt the people who hurt them, burn buildings for them, kill for them. Whumpee doesn’t want anyone else getting hurt. 

Anyone else but themselves. 

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[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee pretended to be okay after they were rescued, bouncing back quickly and acting like their old self as soon as they could. The whumpee just didn’t want to burden their friends with their pain, and they just wanted to go back to feeling like their old self- the whumpee was trying to fake it until they made it.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #hidden emotions pain #past whump

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpcember Day 4: Hidden Injury

TW: Blood

@whumpcember

Whumpee winced as they limped down the hall. They did their best to straighten up their walk. No one needed to see them walking like this. They’d successfully hid all of the injuries when they finally returned back to the base. No one on the team noticed. But of course, they were still worried sick about them. Caretaker more than anyone else. That’s when they were interrogated about their disappearance. They quickly reassured everyone they just needed some alone time and that they didn’t mean to frighten them. They all seemed to buy it. All, except Caretaker. 

It seemed as if nothing could get past her. That’s when she started to ask about it when they were alone. Checking on Whumpee, asking if they were feeling okay, if they were hurt. Obviously, Whumpee denied every single time. She soon stopped asking. Not even bothering to silently ask with just a glance. She didn’t say a word about it. As a result, she got more quiet around Whumpee. There were even two times they weren’t aware she was still in the room. Now they’ve been that much more cautious. 

All of this just made Whumpee more and more tense. They couldn’t keep up with all their façades. Not only did they have hide their limp, they also had to hide their bruises, scars and every bit of pain they felt from just breathing. They weren’t sure how long they’d be able to keep it up. To keep it from being obvious, they just kept their distance from the rest of the team. Hiding in their room and avoiding coming out until everyone was away. 

Right now they weren’t sure where exactly everyone was. It was completely silent so they assumed that everyone had gone out to take care of errands or priorities. 

Whumpee shuffled around in search of a snack. They wheezed in pain as they reached up on the higher shelves. Usually, reaching wouldn’t be that much of a problem. Especially with Whumpee’s height. But with all the throbbing, aches and stinging, it felt more like a task. They had to pause for a moment in the middle of reaching. The world suddenly began to spin and they felt as if they were falling backwards. Whumpee grabbed their head, leaning over the table in hopes of making the sensations stop. They couldn’t take all of this. Everything was hurting. When their vision finally stilled and focused properly, Caretaker was standing nearby with a look of pure shock and horror. 

“You lied…” 

Whumpee quickly forced themself to stand upright. They cleared their throat, holding back a wince. “Caretaker… I-I didn’t see you there! I thought you had gone out with the others.” 

“I can’t believe you… Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Look, Caretaker, it doesn’t matter. I’m fine. Nothing is wrong.” 

“Nothing is wrong?!” She repeated. “I’ve stood here and watched you grunt in pain eight times. Don’t lie to me and say nothing is wrong!” 

“Well there isn’t anything wrong. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Don’t worry about it? Whumpee, you think you’re invincible? You think I think you’re invincible? I know you’re in pain. I know something is wrong. But I let you keep lying to me, thinking you were only doing it because the others were around and you’d say something when you’re ready. Clearly, you don’t understand the severity of injuries and what they can do to you. Why won’t you just let someone take care of you? No one is going to look down on you for it. Stop thinking that they will!” 

Whumpee went silent, attempting to keep themself steady. They inhaled somewhat sharply, flinching. “Caretaker-” 

“I don’t want to hear any more excuses from you. I’m going to look at you and you’re not going to fight me off. Now let’s get you to a couch.” She wrapped an arm around them, helping them to a seat. Whumpee tightly shut their eyes as she reached for their jacket. 

“Caretaker-” 

“Hush.” She unzipped it before lifting up the black shirt underneath. A thinner, white shirt was underneath that. Well, it wasn’t white anymore. Bloodstains were everywhere on the shirt. The deep red made her nervous to know what the wounds the blood was coming from looked like. She glanced under the shirt and tears joined the horror in her eyes. “What in your right mind made you think lying to me about this was a good idea?"

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[whumpasaurus101]

(i read this piece from @pretty-face-breaker 's story and this is a lil piece inspired by it :D -hope you dont mind <3-)

"Hello?"

Whumpee's heart stopped, their blood freezing as they stared at the phone infront of them. Whumper gently twisted the knife against Whumpee's throat in warning, feeling them instantly stiffen.

"He-hey uhm, I just... well," They squeezed their eyes shut, holding in a whimper as the knife slightly pierced their skin, "-I just- Well I had to get a flight to visit my parents but- but the only ticket-ti-t-" The knife practically burnt, Whumpee's face twisting up in pain as they clenched their jaw as tight as they could.

"Whumpee...is-is everything alright?"

Whumpee's eyes widened, "No! Yes yes of course, sorry! Just these airports make me anxious, you know how it is," They forced a chuckle, their heart hammering in their chest as they ignored Whumper's warning glare.

"Haha, yeah, I know how you are. Well, that's all cool, make sure you send me pics, and I'll be sure to tell the others."

"Perfect, tha-that's-"

Whumpee's eyes darted to Whumper as they flashed their watch, more or less telling them to hurry the fuck up. "Hey, the service is real sh-shit here so, I'm gonna have to go, I'll see ya. And hey, Friend...I...I love you-"

Before Whumpee could even hear Friend's reply, Whumper ended the call with a sigh, "Took your time, was cute though." A scream ripped from Whumpee's throat as the knife tore through their shoulder.

"That slip up wasn't as cute, nor will you ever let it ever happen again.

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