#human weapon whump

[whumpeteerscrankli]

Whumpees who are difficult to love.

Whumpees who have done terrible things (which they may or may not have enjoyed doing).

Whumpees who refuse to/can’t change for the better.

Whumpees who aren’t perfect victims.

Caretakers who desperately try to love Whumpee.

Caretakers who wish for Whumpee to try to redeem themselves.

Caretaker’s hopes being crushed when Whumpee does something that reminds them that why whumpee was once Whumper’s favorite.

Caretakers who grow tired of caring for someone as hopeless as Whumpee.

Caretakers whose patience is running out.

#whump tropes #whumpee #caretaker #angry caretaker #my whump #living weapon whumpee #human weapon whump #whump prompt #irredeemable whumpee (?)

[the-bar-sinister]

Recovering whumpee who was bound for a long time, and has scars from where their bindings rubbed their skin raw.

Recovering whumpee who was bound for a long time and sometimes forgets they can use their full range of motion, instinctively keeping gestures small.

Recovering whumpee with scars from their binding who feels the memory of the pain, and rubs their scars as a nervous habit.

#dark fic #darkfic #dead dove #human weapon whump #whumblr #whump #whump dynamics #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whumpblr #whumpee #simon blackquill #yes im tagging him this time

[serene-cinders]

Just imagining a whumper with an (in)human weapon whumpee. Maybe the Whumpee was born in a time of war, and the whumper was tasked with helping Whumpee harness their powers for ‘good’.

The Whumpee is maladjusted and uneducated (unless you count military propaganda as ‘education’). The Whumpee is provided for… but is deeply unhappy. They need somebody to ‘understand’ and help them learn who they are. To be taught their purpose in this time of need. A vulnerable, fragile individual.

Maybe the Whumper has lost a lot in this war. Maybe they’ve retired from active duty, and brought into this experiment because of their expertise and hands-on experience with the enemy. Maybe they’re kinder to Whumpee as a result. Just a lost little creature, in a world of much bigger fish. Who can’t relate to that? (carewhumper vibes?)

Or maybe the Whumper is a higher up, with a much bigger vision than the Whumpee could ever imagine. Somebody with uncompromising expectations. Who will see what makes this weapon tick, and how to crush the enemy with them. This ball of nerves and untapped potential brought before them, like a lamb to the slaughter, and what an important slaughter it will be.

#whump #whump drabble #whump prompt #whump writing #human weapon whump #facility whump #carewhumper #grooming cw #only if you really squint #shitty people doing shitty things is what whump’s all about #war whump #military whump #I really like this one #authoritative whumper #trauma #angst

[mj-iza-writer]

SP Special containment part 1. Human Weapons Whumpee

"Hey Bobbie, how are you doing?", Caretaker rounded the corner into the cafeteria.

I'm alright. I just have to go feed my new case, Whumpee, they are like a Tasmanian devil. They fight me so much just to eat, and they have the temper of one as well", Bobbie groaned, "I almost got bit at breakfast."

"Have you tried...", Caretaker started.

"I've tried everything, I'm at the point where I just restrain them now to at least eliminate some fighting", Bobbie frowned, "I feel bad doing it, but I'd be out matched in an instant by them."

"Right they are from the Human Weapons Organization that was raided", Caretaker thought for a minute, "yes those cases are really difficult, I know we have three, the others have been given to other special containment teams."

"I wish I could be taken off Whumpee's care team, they scare me, but it also breaks my heart to know they are trapped in special containment for a reason they had no control over", Bobbie frowned, "I should go though, they are probably hungry, they also threw most of their breakfast at the wall this morning."

"If it's okay, I want to monitor their meal, my last case has left, so I'm a bit bored, and I know you have two currently", Caretaker started to follow.

"Are you sure, they're a handfull", Bobbie grinned.

"I'm always good for an adventure", Caretaker smiled back.

Caretaker watched Bobbie strap Whumpee into a specialty restraint chair.

"They almost look like they black out in the chair and become more aggressive", Caretaker studied, "they almost make a face like soldiers with PTSD make."

One of the guards agreed.

Caretaker watched the struggle begin between Bobbie and Whumpee. It took fifteen minutes for Whumpee to relent enough to eat.

Once Bobbie was out of the room, a guard hit a button to release the restraints on Whumpee.

Whumpee jumped out of the chair and hid under their bed. Caretaker frowned at how scared Whumpee seemed.

Bobbie rounded the corner, "that was brutal, I don't think you want them sir. No offense but they are a lot even for me, your a bit older."

"Did you just call me an old man", Caretaker grinned mischievously, "I want them though, I'm very interested to see if I can help."

Bobbie signed over Whumpee to Caretaker's rouster.

"Pleaseure doing business", Caretaker smiled. He took Whumpee's chart into his office and studied his new case.

"They like cookies", Caretaker laughed, "something so human for a deadly weapon.

It was dinner time, Caretaker hurried to Whumpee's room but made a special trip to a vending machine.

The guards greeted Caretaker, as did Bobbie.

"I wouldn't miss this, I want to see the master at work", Bobbie grinned.

"Do you want us to help strap them in?", a guard turned to Caretaker.

"No that's not necessary, I'm going to try without the straps", Caretaker grabbed the food, "just come running if they lose it on me."

"Yes sir", all the guards answered.

Caretaker stepped to the door, and waited to be buzzed in. They took a deep breath.

"Let's do this", Caretaker entered the room.

Whumpee had taken refuge on their bed, but the moment Caretaker came in, they darted underneath the bed.

"Hey, it's okay Whumpee, I'm a new friend, and I'm going to start taking care of you", Caretaker grabbed the tray of food, and entered the room, "my name is Caretaker."

Whumpee stuck their head out to get a closer look.

Caretaker sat the tray on the table, then took a seat.

"I am working on your time right now, I've got some yummy food, plus", Caretaker reached into his lab coat pocket, "I read that you like cookies, so I thought you would like these "

Whumpee came out fully now and cocked their head to the side. They climbed on top of the bed and sat.

"You aren't strapping me to the chair?", they questioned.

"Do I need to?", Caretaker probed, "I won't strap you down unless you give me no other option. The only times I will strap you down is when we leave your room, that is to keep you and us safe. How does that sound?"

Whumpee thought for a second, then sniffed the air.

"Are you hungry?", Caretaker smiled, "this is for you, and you can have the cookies as well."

Whumpee looked at the tray, "I don't like to be strapped down, it scares me and brings back bad memories."

Caretaker nodded, "I understand. Then as long as you cooperate with me, the only times I will have to strap you into something is when you need to leave this room. Can you agree to work with me?"

Whumpee frowned, "why was I brought here? What are you going to do with me?"

Caretaker frowned, 'this was probably another fear they were having, and it's been making them too anxious to relax', he thought to himself.

"We are part of a specialist organization that holds dangerous individuals and other things. When the establishment you came from was raided, they knew you would be too dangerous for the world. This establishment is going house you, and protect the real world", Caretaker pulled out a cookie and offered it, "you were assigned to the other person, who was going to take care of you. Unfortunately, you made them quite nervous, and they also had one other case to take care of. You were signed over to me, so I will be taking care of you."

Whumpee reluctantly stepped closer and stretched for the cookie. They quickly ran back to their bed to eat it.

Bobbie was outside viewing the entire interaction, one of the guards had to lift up his jaw, because of how far it dropped.

Caretaker smiled at Whumpee, "like I said, I am in here on your time. You can eat this as quickly or slowly as you like, but you are required to eat something."

Whumpee finished the cookie, then looked at Caretaker and then at the bag of cookies.

"You can have another one", Caretaker pulled another cookie out.

Whumpee walked over this time a little less reluctant, and they got a little closer to grab the cookie. They didn't run either, they ate the cookie while eyeing the food.

Caretaker acted as though they didn't notice but was happy when they stepped over to the tray and started picking at things.

Whumpee put some of the food in their mouth, and started to pick up more to eat.

Caretaker smiled as they finally ate willingly.

If this does well, I have more ideas for this storyline. Mj

#whump community #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whumpee #whump #whump scenario #whumper #caretaking #sp special containment #human weapon whump #living weapon whumpee

[snakebites-and-ink]

Thinking about how some people kiss certain objects for luck before using them (dice before rolling, less commonly but more relevantly guns before shooting, etc.) and like. What if someone kissed their living weapon before each mission for luck?

#they deserve a little smooch. but we can do it without humanizing them 😈 #living weapon whumpee #living weapon whump #whump #whump thoughts #my non writing posts #my posts

[urlocalwhumper]

living weapon whumpee who's never known anything but pain and violence.

their existence hurts. they were made to be effective, not happy, and their masters decided that keeping them in constant pain provided better results. they're wilder, more unpredictable, and the pain keeps them from thinking straight enough to question anything.

they're only given painkillers, only allowed a respite from their seemingly endless suffering, after a successful mission. it keeps them loyal, and most importantly, teaches their brain to associate acts of violence with relief and rewards.

everyone they've ever met has treated them as a tool, a monster, or both. they don't know how to be anything else.

that is until they're rampaging through a village, destroying, killing, whatever their masters demand of them. whatever will give them a few blissful hours of numbness.

one of the villagers steps out of a ruined building and looks them straight in the eyes. whumpee expects fear, hatred, disgust, the things they see in the faces of every person who's ever crossed their path. but they see something completely different.

compassion.

whumpee is so stunned, they don't think to move or do anything at all as the villager steps closer, gently reaching out a hand to cup whumpee's face.

"oh, poor thing." they murmur, taking in the creature in front of them - part human, part animal, part machine. "they've done a number on you, huh?"

whumpee blinks at them. pain continues to course through their body, but the gentle hand on their cheek distracts them, even if just a little. all the indistinct noise in their foggy, addled mind finally goes quiet.

caretaker had stepped out in front of the being destroying their home with the intention to get through to it or die trying, and the expectation to absolutely die trying.

they did not at all expect the seemingly feral mishmash of metal, fur, and flesh to lean so heavily into their touch that they nearly collapsed into caretaker's arms.

#whump #whump prompts #nonhuman whumpee #living weapon whumpee #mine #chariot shiori on the brain tonite #the intention here is for whumpee to be this genetically engineered fusion of human and animal #the general build and anatomy of a human #but they grow fur on their limbs and partially up their back. they have an animal's sensitive ears. sharp canine fangs and a prehensile tail #and beyond that they've been outfitted with machine 'enhancements' to make them better suited for combat and destruction #and they've never experienced a kind touch in their life #letting them feel comfort will make them crave it. 'not actively suffering' should be the best they can strive for #their masters never anticipated that having someone treat them with anything other than revulsion or detatched indifference would break them #bc they banked on no one showing positive reactions to the monster that destroyed their homes and potentially killed their loved ones #caretaker is just crazy <33

[whumpslut]

whumper using a catch pole to catch, restrain, and manhandle whumpee

still slipping the loop over their head despite their struggling. they’re jerked to a stop, the wire cinching tight around their throat. the more they thrash the tighter it becomes, they choke and gag

eventually they have to allow themselves to be lead like a rabid animal, if they don’t want to suffocate

#i think actual catch poles are more humane than this but let’s indulge #for extra flavor consider the mancatcher polearm weapon #whump #whump prompt

[whump-in-the-closet]

“This way they’ll know what their place is. A weapon to be drawn or sheathed as I will it.”

“You— you branded them.”

#whump dialogue #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump community #cw branding #whump ideas #whump #human weapon #whumper #caretaker #whumper and caretaker dialogue

[whumpeteerscrankli]

Scientist Whumper has been working on his greatest achievement, a superhuman, for years. Initially, he had no reason for creating and enhancing Whumpee, aside from the usual “Research purposes” that motivated most of his other experiments.

Imagine how ecstatic he is to hear that a high-ranking government official is in need of protection. Imagine how pleased he is to be granted the opportunity to finally give Whumpee a purpose.

#whump tropes #human weapon whump #whump prompt #whumper #whump community #please go easy on me this is my first time giving whump scenarios a shot #english is not my first language either so pardon my grammar #😭 #guard dog whumpee #lab whump #experiment whumpee

[the-bar-sinister]

Human weapon in training whump

Whumpee who isn’t allowed to cry.

Whumpee who is punished whenever they show an emotion that whumper doesn’t like.

Whumpee who slowly loses connection with all their own emotions and desires.

Whumpee who is so effectively emotionally destroyed by the time whumper hands them a gun that they cannot even think to turn it on themselves much less on whumper

#dark fic #darkfic #dead dove #human weapon whump #whumblr #whump #whump dynamics #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whumpblr #whumpee #living weapon whumpee

[whump-place]

Living weapon Whumpees that were conditioned to think that that was just how the world saw them. As monsters.

And that the only way to redeem themselves was serving their owner.

After all, Whumpee was just a weapon, a mere object that couldn't think or do anything right on their own.

And humans were the smart ones, they had brains, and neurons, and all of those things that made them rational. Humans always knew the best way to use Whumpee.

Humans got to do anything they wanted to Whumpee, because that was the right thing.

Right?

#whump prompt #whump tropes #whumpee #whump writing #living weapon whumpee #mind conditioning #weapon #human weapon #fear

[mj-iza-writer]

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

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

Whumpee stood right behind Caretaker, constantly watching their surroundings.

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

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

"Honestly", Whumpee whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

One of the guys started towards Caretaker.

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

The other two started to rush the other tellers.

"Don't", Whumpee spoke calmly.

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

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

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

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

Caretaker sighed.

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

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

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

BBBAAANNNGGG!!!!!

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

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

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

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

The person aimed the gun, and fired again.

Whumpee let out a grunt.

"Shit"

Whumpee ran at the guy.

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

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

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

The crowd erupted in cheers and appreciation.

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

Caretaker was instantly by them.

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

The police and first responders were starting to run in.

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

Caretaker tightened the tourniquet.

"Oof", Whumpee moaned.

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

Whumpee nodded, scared to defy Caretaker again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whumpee started to get restless.

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

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

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

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

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

The ambulance hurried into the hospital.

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

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

Caretaker's heart sank with that request.

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

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

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

The medics stopped to listen.

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

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

Caretaker walked around to Whumpee head.

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

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

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

Whumpee shook, their breathing still short and quick.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-yes yes controller", Whumpee stuttered.

"Controller?", the doctor questioned.

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

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

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

"Why?", one of the medics asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#whump community #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whumpee #whump #whump scenario #whumper #caretaking #human weapon whump #living weapon whumpee

[the-dump-of-whump]

Weapon whumpees in their last moments of sanity asking, begging, to be killed so that they can’t do anymore damage, so that they can’t hurt anyone else, so that they can’t be used anymore.

Better yet if there’s something stopping them from doing it themselves and they have to plead with caretaker to kill them.

Does caretaker do it? Does it hurt worse for whumpee to be dead or to see the wreckage they cause, the pain in their eyes? Does caretaker forsaken them too?

#writing #whumpblr #whump #physical whump #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #tw death #tw sui implied #caretaker #caretaker turned whumper #caretaker x whumpee #original whump #emotional whump #whump idea #whump thoughts #whump trope #whump tropes #human weapon #sci fi and fantasy #whump prompts #writing prompt #writers of tumblr #writing prompts

[emptycalories-splitlip]

The weapon kneels, dirty, blood covered, shaking

Fingers find the pulse in her throat, counting, observing

It's far too quick, the skin too warm

But the task is completed. Mission over.

Something in the handler wants to break

They want to hold the weapon, not in a grip meant for battle but one of comfort

They want to kiss her

Apologize to her

But, no. No, the tool has to be kept just that.

She is equipment. She is cold steel.

But she's shaking and bleeding and the flow of blood under her hot skin is still there

She needs them.

So the fingers leave the pulse, snap so she stands and follows.

There's a bath waiting. She could do it herself, but the handler chooses to help. It's only fair.

Blood turns the water pink around the weapon.

She dozes in the steadfast hands of her handler as they clean wounds, scrub tangled hair, massage aching muscles

She does not wake when she is lifted and wrapped in a towel. A quick check reveals a still beating heart and an exhausted but working pair of lungs.

The weapon is stored away, tucked carefully into her place, a bed far too large for one being

She'll be ready for the next fight. Of course she will.

It is her purpose. She is their weapon.

But for tonight? She is small and tired and weak.

The handler lays their lips on her brow, feeling the fever

"You're safe." They promise

"You did good."

#living weapon #human weapon #whump #dunno what this is

[kabie-whump]

♡Febuwhump Day 26: "Help them." + Human Weapon (alt) ♡

@febuwhump

A combo post? Sure.

Content: betrayal, human weapon whumpee, sleeper agent whumpee, blood, left for dead

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"Why are you all just standing there? Help them!"

Leader's grip is firm as they grab Caretaker's shoulder, stopping them from running to Whumpee's side.

"That's not Whumpee," Leader says.

Whumpee, lying curled up on the floor in front of the team, lets out a pitiful sob. There's a puddle of blood under them and it's growing too fast but no one is doing anything and Caretaker wants to scream.

"What do you mean?" Whumpee tries to sit up but fails as they put weight on their clearly broken wrist. They settle for staring up at Leader, eyes wide and full of tears. "It is me. Please, I need help!"

Laeder's hand is shaking on Caretaker's shoulder.

"This is what Whumper does," Leader says, their voice haunted. "Whumpee doesn't even know it, but there's a monster planted in their mind, and it's already taken over. It's sleeping right now but it'll wake up the second we take them inside and then we're all done for."

"But they're hurt," Caretaker insists. "We have to help them. We don't know that they're going to turn on us."

"Why else would Whumper just give them back to us? I'd rather not wait until one of us is being stabbed in our sleep to find out."

Whumpee is outright crying now, something Caretaker has never seen them do so openly. "I won't! I promise I won't! I'll be good. Please, I just wanna go home. It hurts so bad."

Leader turns away, pulling Caretaker with them. "Trust me," they whisper. "I've been down this road before. It's not worth it. They can't be saved."

"But-"

"Whumpee's dead. That's a ghost."

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#whump #whump tropes #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #whump scenario #whumpee #whump ideas #human weapon #sleeper agent #whump prompt #conditioned whumpee #tw blood #left for dead #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday26

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Caretaker comes from a noble bloodline, as does Whumper, who all specialise in hunting mythical creatures. This trait and activity is passed on for generations, but Caretaker has no interest in it and deems it as cruel.

Until Whumper hosted a "celebration" of this activity, where all who are invited are given the choice to bring their domesticated and captured creatures to show off, Caretaker had no clue what the mythical creatures looked like, nor how diverse the species' were.

Caretaker soon finds out. All types of mythical or otherwise unique animals, ranging from kneeling elves to caged fairies to declawed werewolves to chained dragons, among many more. Though, one stands out to them; Whumpee, frail and small amongst the crowd and activity yet tense and alert, sitting dutifully beside Whumper's seat.

#monster whumpee #monster whump #nonhuman whumpee #implied whump #multiple whumpees #multiple whumpers #human caretaker #human whumper #pet whump #potential: #living weapon whumpee #if you view whumpee as some sort of guard protecting whumper (probably out of conditioning) #also probably: #conditioned whumpee #whump prompt #whump idea #whump drabble #whump thought #whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker