Whumpee doing manual labor in the summer heat for minimum wage because they really need the money. They have some infected cuts and wounds from previous work, and the fever is exacerbated by their exertion and exposure to heat.
They’re sweating buckets, red-faced and delirious, hauling a heavy load when their vision goes fuzzy and dark. The world spins and their stomach churns. They drop what they were carrying and stumble, collapsing on the ground in a panting, sweaty, uncomfortable heap.
They wake up in the shade, feet propped up on a tool box, their upper body on a towel. Their coworker is sponging off their face and neck with a damp towel, calling Whumpee’s name and lightly patting their face to rouse them. They notice Whumpee stir, and promptly tilt their head up, pressing a thermos of ice water to their lips.
“There you are, that’s it. Slowly, now. Take it easy.”
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heyo, happy birthday month!
May i please make a request for Jesse and Kix and river tubing?
That prompt sure took me by surprise, but i did it once in summer and i can still hear my friend's laughter as i was drowning in the rapids. It was fantastic.
Love your work, hope you're doing good!
x
💙 ayyy thanks for requesting this and the birthday wishes! I’ve done the tubing a couple times and it’s so relaxing and fun and ahh I miss it
Jesse is having fun...Kix is...well he’s trying...
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Story: Watermelon bay
Today was like any other day, we tended to the farm, watering, weeding, and cleaning. It was like a never-ending cycle.
In these woods, it was hard to tell anything, yet time was one we could tell. Two things helped, the sun and Grandpa's watch. We had to be careful of the sun, as it can be covered by clouds for long periods, but Grandpa's watch was never wrong. That you learned. Trust the watch for the time.
"never go to the watermelon bay at night."
You didn't understand why at first, thinking it's just a silly folk scare for kids to stay obedient, but you where so very wrong.
You didn't heed your guardians words, and snuck out. In your hands a half broken latern, just slightly flickering and illuminating the path for you. The grass was soft and slightly wet under your slippers, but you brushed it off to morning rain. You wentured closer to the bay, feeling a cold breeze brush the back of your head as you stoped. The bay was in sight, yet you hesitated and asking yourself
"why are we not allowed here, of all places"
Yet, you walked forward. As you walked, watermelons began to peak from the sides of the path. They grew in density the closer you got to the water, the-
Crunch.
You looked down, you didn't step on a watermelon, in fact, you didn't step on anything.
Crunch
Your brows furrowed as you looked around, moving the lantern with you as you looked. Now the wind didn't seem so comforting anymore. It was quiet.
Crunch.
You quickly turned and shined your light in the direction. There, in the slightly illuminated light was half a face, it's white eyes dialating to the light. Your neck felt tight, your body heavy. Did you step into a mud pile? No, you felt like the earth was eating you up. You found something you should not have.
Your hand began to shake, and you dropped the lantern. A small muffled thud echoed, and a webed greenish yellow claw reach out for it. Hooking a claw on the handle and draging it closer to itself.
You didn't waste anymore time, you bolted out of the bay.
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