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whumpdaydreamerx · 22 days
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Whumper forcing Whumpee to swallow something, whether it be a sedative, poison, maybe even the key to their own chains.
Whumper’s hand covering their mouth so they can’t spit it back out. Whumpee’s half lidded eyes pleading with Whumper as they maintain eye contact. Throat taut and Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as they struggle.
Clamping their eyes shut as they finally give in and whatever it is makes its way down to their stomach.
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whumpers-inc · 2 months
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The scariest thing about hearing your name called in the dark is the intimacy.  They know your name, what else do they know?
Your name whispered, a siren, a lure to destruction. It lingers in the air like summer fruit, a sickly sweet, rotting trail. You follow. Compelled, chosen, blind.
A shout. Unsteady feet halt. Your name echoes like a command. By friend or foe? How much will it cost to halt a moment?
A cry. Desperate. Turn back, it’s the Samaritan’s instinct. Pain and fear lurks somewhere behind you. But for whom is it destined?
Someone knows you, someone knows your name. This is not their first encounter with you, though you may not have seen them before. 
But they know your name.
They know you.
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whump-in-the-closet · 9 months
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He didn’t realise what capture meant for his friend. For his never-smiling, always-glaring friend. His friend hid the fear so well. Hid it with sarcasm and long, trailing curses until their captor threatened to gag them.
When his friend spat in their captor’s face and was dragged away, he called out: “You can’t hurt them.”
And he believed it. They were iron-forged.
His friend didn’t come back for hours. Sometimes he could hear screams. Staccato, broken off screams, like they’d been cut off with a sharp blow.
When his friend was dropped to the cell floor—crimson hand-shaped smears left behind— the world snapped beneath his feet.
His friend couldn’t be—
That couldn’t be his friend.
Shoulders shaking as they sobbed? Their glare replaced with terror? No. No no nono—
Their captor came back for his friend. This time, he lunged against the chains. “Don’t fucking touch them!”
The screams came faster this time, dragging on and on and on.
He thought, if he could, he’d rip his ears off. If only to stop the screaming.
The bleeding screams. Open-mouthed horror. Why were the walls so thin?
His friend was kicked into the cell and they collapsed almost instantly. They didn’t move.
It was a long, quiet night.
In the morning, their captor laughed as they grabbed the bleeding shape that was their friend.
He spat the words out. “Coward! Take me instead!”
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auroragehenna · 2 months
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[Post/late in recovery]
It knocks on the door. Whumpee is suprised, they weren‘t expecting anyone but they think nothing on it. Putting down whatever they were doing and going to the door.
The open it and.
Stare right into a grinning Whumper‘s face.
„Whumpee…How nice to see you again…“
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Immortal Whumpee
ITS PROBABLY BEEN SAID BEFORE BUT- YOUVE PROBABLY HEARD OF IMMORTAL WHUMPEE:
Doesn't die
Is just tortured over and over again
BUT MAY I INTRODUCE:
IMMORTAL WHUMPEE THAT CAN DIE, AND JUST COMES BACK TO LIFE:
They experience death
They feel all of that pain
THEY FEEL ALL OF IT AND WHUMPER JUST KEEPS KILLING THEM OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN
AND MAYBE THE SCARS AND BRUISES STAY THERE, AS A CONSTANT REMINDER OR!! THE SCARS AND BRUISES FADE AWAY AND THEY HAVE NOTHING TO SHOW IF THEIR PAIN EXCEPT FOR MENTAL SCARRING
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blackrosesandwhump · 3 months
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Whump Prompt 125
Write something inspired by this scene:
Monster whumpee transforms back into his human form and regains control of his mind, only to find the bloodied body of caretaker lying at his feet.
Overcome by horror and grief, whumpee falls to his knees.
"You see what you are, whumpee?" comes whumper's voice from behind him. "You're a monster. And the only safe place for you is with me."
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abhainnwhump · 11 months
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Living Punching Bags
(Content warnings: Possible self harm, torture, asking for pain, conditioned whumpee)
Whumpee was only given any real attention when Whumper was angry. They'd storm down into their cell, grab Whumpee, and beat them senseless.
Eventually, Whumpee believes that's their only purpose. If they offered themselves willingly, Whumper goes easier on them. They still get hurt, but they're praised for it. Now every time Whumpee sees Whumper angry, the first thing they do is offer to be a punching bag. Whumper pets Whumpee and tells them their doing great before knocking the wind out of them. A little kindness is better than none, they tell themselves.
Months later, Caretaker comes home from work angry. Whumpee doesn't even hesitate to offer themselves up. They roll up their sleeve or take off their jacket so Caretaker has more room to hurt them with.
"H-here, master! Take all you anger out on me! I can take it!"
Caretaker stops. Originally, they were mad about something their boss said or a technical glitch that caused them extra work. But now, seeing Whumpee so willing and broken, they're twice as mad. But it's about something else. Someone else.
And they're about to throw some hands with a little bitch named Whumper.
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painsandconfusion · 10 months
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Hi! Love your writing!!
If it's not too much and you have time and want to, could you do a scene with an intimate whumper who's teasing whumpee for being scared?
Thank you!!!! (NO PRESSURE)
This is gorgeous. Yes. I love this prompt. Rip the other asks in my box, I have spoons for this.
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Why Are You Scared?
(tw: intimate whumper, noncon touch, forced massage, forced comfort, implied abuse)
[Drabble Masterpost]
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Whumpee flinched as the corner of their vision registered Whumper standing in the doorway.
Just...watching.
Predatory gleam in their eyes.
Whumpee swallowed thickly, grabbing the remote to turn their show to half mute. "...h-i uh...you.....wanna watch too...?"
Whumper's eyes raked down over them as they took a step closer. "I am watching."
Whumpee chewed on their lip, nodding as they turned the volume back up. "...do you...w-anna...sit on the couch...?"
"Mmmno. No, I'm good standing."
Whumpee's skin tingled - hairs on the back of their neck prickling up as Whumper prowled behind the couch to watch over their shoulder. Whumper's hands slid over the back of the couch, still out of view bust rustling against fabric nonetheless.
Whumpee flickered as warm breath brushed behind their ear. "Why are you so jumpy?"
Whumpee's fingers tangled together in their lap. "I...I wasn't trying t-...m'sorry-"
A soft whimper pressed from their throat as warm hands slithered over their shoulders, kneading gently into knotted muscle. It sent a shudder down their spine, pressing their entire body tighter in on itself.
"Just watch your show. You earned it."
Whumpee's lips pressed tight together, but they forced their eyes to stay glued on the screen as they gave Whumper a small nod. "Y-es sir."
Whumper hummed, continuing the slow massage. After a moment, they found a knot and prodded at it, rolling their thumb in hard circles around it until Whumpee was whimpering.
Whumper chuckled. "Did you break a rule, sweetheart?"
White fuzz scattered across Whumpee's mind. They shoved down the spark of panic and the burning of their eyes. "I...I d-onn't think so-??"
Whumper hummed in amusement, leaning in. Whumper's words brushed hot against the shell of their ear. "Then why are you so scared~?"
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shywhumpauthor · 6 months
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Didn’t Mind It
Cw: isolation, starvation, restraints, dehydration, vague implications of drugging
Whumpee didn’t actually mind the first few days alone.
The first eighty-something hours were quiet. Still. Not necessarily peaceful, but almost serene, in the same sense one might strike as they are faced with an inescapable death. The foreboding of tranquility during the fall as the ground rushes closer.
Eventually the gnarling twists of hunger in their gut turned to soft, occasional aches. The throbbing behind their eyes eased into a slow pulse. There was a point where they became so used to the dryness in their throat, the metallic taste that coated their tongue like sandpaper where they stopped noticing it. At some time they had gotten so used to the cold, the damp air that they stopped shivering. Grown used to the heavy weights of cuffs shackles around each wrist, ankle, they were almost able to lift their arms.
They’d gotten used to it. To the quiet so thick the only thing they could hear was the occasional creak of a pipe in the ceiling above, the frigid air that leaked slowly from the vent in the corner, the sound of their own thoughts spiraling until eventually falling silent. They had never heard the quiet so loud. It pressed against them, a weight draped around their entire body, once that once had made their skin crawl in its confining suffocation, but now was almost comforting. In a sense.
For a while they’d begged to be let out. Maybe the first hour or two. They had longed for freedom for the first day, tugged at the shackles until their wrists were raw and bleeding. Then they had settled down, soothed into a stupor of silence by the low whispers of the vent and the faint hints of sweetness in the air. It made their thoughts heavy, lulling them until they slipped away.
They didn’t mind it so much anymore.
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elpisays · 2 years
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hero, (accidentally) hiding in vampire's (supposedly) abandoned castle
“Did you really think you were the only one here?”
Hero stopped, their body going perfectly still. 
The room was overtaken with darkness, oddly heavy in that full-moon light. Through open windows the wind crept in like a warning whistle, sending chills down Hero’s spine. They must have imagined that voice. Heard too many local tales today. Could they forget to close the windows? 
Shakily, Hero went up to figure out the mechanics of the centuries-old wooden frames. They tried to pull them down, but the damn thing would-
“Moving into someone’s home without their consent, that wasn’t very polite of you, was it?”
This time, the tense voice was coming from behind their back. Hero felt something heavy drop in their chest. 
“Turn around.”
Hero did, their knees weakening from dizziness. Vampire stood inches away, all skin, and startling blue eyes. His face did not look old, like the tales said, perhaps only a few years older than Hero’s. 
“Ah, what happened?” he asked, tracing the ragged scar on their left cheek, going all the way to the jaw.  
Hero swallowed hard. “Nothing, really.”
“I don’t like being lied to.”
“Just a… bad day to pick up a fight.”
His fingers, pale and smooth, were pressing the skin around the nasty mark. The touch was burning their skin alive. 
Hero pressed against the window ledge even more. Their breath hitched when the Vampire cupped their cheek with his palm, as if to see how much the mortal skin could take. 
“Please, I’ll-” Hero groaned. “I’ll make it up. I wasn’t aware-”
“Why’d you stay in the only room with a cross then?”
“...What?”
“What did I say about being lied to?” Vampire tightened his grip. 
“Fine! I- I was afraid in case the tales they say- about you- were true.”
Vampire chuckled and let them go. “Touché.”
Hero fell to their knees, breathing heavily. The moon was casting its light on their forehead, shining with sweat. 
Vampire reached for their arms as if to embrace when the world swirled around them and Hero found themselves on the same floor, but in a different, grander room. Higher ceiling, fancy finishing touches, all that jazz. Inhabited, too. 
Vampire saw them staring at the balcony doors and made a tsk sound. 
“I’m afraid no one knows I’m still alive. And I don’t plan to change that.”
He circled Hero, taking his time. 
Their memory shot back to the tales he kept hearing in town, of disappearing young people, of corpses with throats massacred. Everyone knew vampires were monsters. 
Hero’s hands were shaking now, eyes on the ground. 
“My, my,” he murmured, “What will I do with you now, dear?”
“I…” they broke off, their voices embarrassingly frail. “I promise, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“You wouldn’t?”
He stopped now. His hand grasped their neck from behind. It was vulnerable, their throat on display. Hero could practically feel his eyes finding just the right spot to bite his teeth in. Vampire noticed and faintly smiled. 
“This handsome face of yours might convince regular people, but you’d have to try harder for me.”
Hero felt their throat go dry. “Please.”
Vampire only raised his brews. 
“I will leave town at once. Go far away. Change my name. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Just please- let me go alive.”
“You are quite convincing. And distracting. Whatever I wanted, was it?”
They dared to nod. Vampire’s piercing gaze considered their profile, his palm holding their jaw with two fingers. 
He titled his head. “I didn’t have entertainment for a century.”
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redd956 · 8 months
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Mini Whump Prompt 103
A left behind living weapon has refused to leave it's post. Caretaker has grown tired of watching it stand there, knowing it's doing nothing but letting time pass it by. Finally it collapsed from exhaustion.
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whumpdaydreamerx · 2 months
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Whumper stabbing Whumpee and proceeding to wipe the blood from the knife on Whumpee’s jacket, staring into their eyes as they do so. All while they lay there gasping and moaning in pain.
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whumpers-inc · 1 year
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“I thought you’d want to hear how he died.”
“I don’t.”
“He cried out for you in the end. Blood streaming down his face, shaking and bruised, and he cried your name like a small child. So alone, so desperate, so needy.” Caretaker’s horrified realisation brought a cold-hearted laugh from Whumper. 
“But you didn’t come did you? No knight in armour, no rescue and the poor prince died, bloodied beaten and completely alone.” They tilted their head at Caretaker, cruel mockery in their smirk. “Not much of a fairy tale, is it?”
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whump-or-whatever · 1 year
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Whump Vignette #5
Contents: stabbing, blood loss, hidden injury, falling unconscious, blackmail, self-sacrifice, waking up in hospital, implied past torture
Whumpee and Caretaker sat side by side on the courtroom bench. Whumper was in the defendants chair, a smug look on their face. Chains attached the shackles on their wrists to the ones on their ankles. Every so often Whumper would cast a glance back at Whumpee, causing them to shiver each time. Whumper grinned as they observed the effect they had on Whumpee. Caretaker cast worried glances at Whumpee every so often, but Whumpee avoided their eyes, trying not to let on how much Whumper was getting to them.
After days of trial, the judge had sent the jury for deliberation. The next day a verdict had been reached and the court had reconvened. A few final formalities were dealt with, some statements made, and the judge called for a 20 minute recess before the reading of the verdict. Whumpee sighed and stood up, saying to Caretaker “I’m gonna run to the washroom, I’ll be right back.”
Caretaker looked them over worriedly. They knew Whumpee was under a great deal of stress. Having to testify against Whumper had certainly taken a lot out of Whumpee and Caretaker could see the wave of discomfort that washed over them each time Whumper glanced their way. Nonetheless, Caretaker nodded, figuring Whumpee just needed a moment to prepare themself.
Whumpee wound their way through several corridors, looking for the washroom furthest away from the courtroom. They found one and walked in, leaning down to see that there were no feet in the stalls. Letting out a relieved breath, they went to a sink and splashed some cold water on their face. Whumpee leaned against the porcelain, staring at their reflection in the mirror. They could feel their muscles trembling, responding to the adrenaline which had been running through them since they entered the courtroom that morning. Closing their eyes, they took deep breaths in and out, trying to calm their racing heart.
Whumpee heard the door to the washroom open and they stood up straight, wiping the water off their face with a piece of paper towel. They glanced surreptitiously in the mirror to see who walked in, and their heart dropped into their stomach as they were met with Whumper’s grinning face. Whumpee spun around, pressing their back into the sink. Whumper’s cuffs had been removed and they stood casually with their hands in their pockets.
“How did you get in here?” Whumpee asked, mouth dry.
“I reached an understanding with my guards,” Whumper responded, taking a few slow steps forwards. “They do what I say, their families stay alive.”
Whumpee swallowed roughly, eyes darting around, looking for a way out. Whumper saw this and chuckled. “No use trying to run, the guards are right outside the door and you won’t get past them.”
Reluctantly, Whumpee met Whumper’s eyes with a look of desperation. “What do you want from me?”
“I don’t want anything from you, I want to give you something. A gift of sorts. In kind to the gift you gave me.” Whumper pulled their hand out of their pocket to reveal a small knife. Flicking the blade open, they turned it to admire how the metal caught the light.
Whumpee stood stock still, tracking every movement Whumper made with rapt attention.
Whumper looked back up at Whumpee, as if just remembering they were there. “You got me arrested and in return I give you this.”
Whumper approached Whumpee, getting within a few inches of them. Whumpee was unable to move. They wanted to, told themself they had to, but their feet stayed rooted to the spot. Whumper gently pulled Whumpee’s jacket open, resting the tip of their knife against Whumpee’s dress shirt just above their right hip. Whumpee held their breath, eyes straining down at the weapon.
“I am going to stab you. You will do what you have to do to hide it and return to the courtroom where we will wait to hear the verdict. This way, regardless of the outcome, I will have my revenge.” Whumper spoke evenly. “Then, once the trial is over, you will go home and die. If you tell anyone, seek medical treatment, or otherwise reveal what has happened here today, an unfortunate accident will befall Caretaker. Do you understand me?”
Whumpee nodded stiffly.
“Good.” And with that, Whumper pushed the knife past Whumpee’s skin, reaching the hilt before pulling it out in one smooth movement. Whumpee bit down on a moan at the all-too-familiar pain. Whumper had always been good with knives, knowing just where to cut to ensure Whumpee would not bleed out too quickly. In the past, Whumper would wait until Whumpee was right on the cusp of death before administering medical aide. This time, however, there would be no treatment. This was to be Whumper’s final victory.
Whumper reached behind Whumpee and pulled several paper towels from the dispenser, pressing them against the slow spreading bloodstain on Whumpee’s shirt. Whumpee grasped at their wound with a gasp, allowing Whumper to step back and admire their work. Whumpee sagged, leaning heavily on the sink with their free arm. Their eyes were unfocused and their lip twitched as they attempted to reign in the pain.
Whumper grinned before turning towards the door, calling back over their shoulder, “see you in court.” With that, they were gone and Whumpee was left alone in the washroom. They took a few deep breaths and pushed off the sink, taking a step towards one of the stalls. Unfortunately, their leg failed them and they fell to one knee. Stifling a whimper, they climbed gracelessly back to their feet and stumbled into the stall, locking it behind them. Whumpee hung their jacket on the hook on the back of the door, careful to avoid getting any blood on it. They then unbuttoned their dress shirt with trembling fingers, sliding it off and setting it on the back of the toilet. Their undershirt was next, as they yanked it over their head haphazardly and pressed it to the wound, sopping up the blood that trickled steadily from it. The injury really didn’t look that bad, just a small slit that leaked more blood each time they moved. Still, by the cold tingling sensation that pervaded their body, Whumpee could tell it was bad. It would kill them if they didn’t get help. But to get help would be to condemn Caretaker to death in their stead.
The full force of this fact struck Whumpee all at once and they stared at the stall wall in stunned silence. They were going to die. This was it. They would hear the verdict, go home, and cease to exist. Somebody would find their body, probably Caretaker, and nobody would ever know the truth of what happened. It was that simple.
Strangely, Whumpee didn’t feel panic or fear as they might have thought they would. Instead, a strange sense of calm washed over them. They had only one job now, to walk back into that court room and act as if they were fine, then to go home and die.
With a firm resolve, Whumpee moved into action. They pulled a bunch of toilet paper out of the dispenser and bunched it into a makeshift bandage. Pressing it to their side, they tore off a relatively clean chunk of fabric from the shirt and pressed it over top. They pulled their belt out of its loops and re-fastened it to hold the makeshift wound dressing in place. Opening the door to their stall and peeking out carefully to ensure no one had entered the washroom, Whumpee limped over to the sinks and hurriedly washed the blood from their hands. Returning to the stall, they pulled their shirt and jacket back on, buttoning up the latter to hide the bloodstain and wincing constantly as their wound sent jolts of pain through their torso. As they emerged from the stall, Whumpee took one last look at themself in the mirror. Having ensured there was no blood visible and smoothes out their hair, they walked confidently from the room.
As they traced their path back to the courtroom, Whumpee’s eyes flirted to the face of each person they passed. They kept expecting someone to say something, but nobody seemed to notice anything was wrong. Anything unusual about their appearance or comportment was seemingly dismissed as a result of stress from the upcoming verdict. By the time they reached the courtroom, Whumpee was just glad they would be able to sit down. They slid between groups of people, making their way to their seat. Caretaker glanced up upon their return and took note of how pale Whumpee’s face was. Their brow furrowed in concern.
As Whumpee sat down beside them, Caretaker turned to consider them more fully. “Are you okay?” They asked quietly.
Whumpee nodded, not meeting their eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Caretaker pursed their lips. “You don’t look fine.”
Whumpee heaved a sigh. “I will be fine, alright? I just want to get this over with.” They watched Caretaker’s face in their peripheral vision. Caretaker clearly wanted to say something, but instead bit their tongue and turned back towards the front of the room in silence. Relief flooded through Whumpee, and they turned their attention to the task of surreptitiously positioning their arms so they could put pressure on their wound without looking suspicious.
They waited for another 5 minutes before the judge emerged from their chamber and called for everyone to be seated. The rest of the process was a total haze for Whumpee. The jury representative stood up and read the verdict. Guilty. There were various murmurs and several sighs of relief from the crowd. Whumper wore a cold, angry look when they stood up to be led from the courtroom, but it turned to one of satisfaction as soon as they turned back to see Whumpee staring at them. People in the crowd began filing out of the courtroom while Whumpee sat stonily, stealing themself for the pain that awaited them when they stood up.
A warm hand touched their elbow, and they turned to see Caretaker eyeing them nervously. “You good?”
“Yep,” Whumpee replied casually. “Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll be out in a bit.”
Caretaker’s eyes narrowed. “I really don’t think you should be alone right now.”
Whumpee made a show of rolling their eyes. “Whatever.” Giving it all they had, they went to stand up. They actually made it to their feet with relative ease, but then their vision went to static and they stumbled to the side. Caretaker caught them under their arm and Whumpee was vaguely aware of their voice asking what was wrong. After waiting for their vision to clear, Whumpee pulled their arm from Caretaker’s grasp and responded. “I’m alright, just stood up too fast. I just need to have dinner and get some sleep. I’ll be fine.”
Caretaker looked at them incredulously. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, now go,” Whumpee responded, gesturing towards the door.
Caretaker reluctantly turned and headed down the aisle. They made it only 5 steps before they heard a loud thump behind them and turned back to find Whumpee kneeling down, arm slung over the back of the next row of benches for support.
Caretaker moved quickly, grabbing Whumpee around the chest to heave them off the ground. As they did so, however, Whumpee let out a cry of pain and clutched their hand to their abdomen. Eyes growing wide, Caretaker lowered Whumpee onto the bench. Without waiting, they unbuttoned Whumpee’s jacket to reveal a large bloodstain that covered nearly half their torso.
“Oh my god,” Caretaker muttered before yelling in the direction of the door. “We need medical help in here!” Several people ran into the room to see what was happening, then there was shouting as they went to get others.
Caretaker pulled Whumpee’s shirt out of their pants and peeled the bloodied rag and tissue away to reveal the knife wound. Caretaker’s heart was racing as they yanked their own jacket off and pressed it against the injury, eliciting a moan from Whumpee.
“Who did this?” Caretaker asked. When they heard no answer they looked up to see Whumpee staring at them with a tear streaked face.
“They’re going to kill you,” Whumpee choked out brokenly.
Realization fell over Caretaker’s face and they shook their head. One of the courthouse guards ran into the room with a large first aid kit and Caretaker stood aside to let him help Whumpee.
Whumpee soon lost all sense of the world around them and slipped into unconsciousness.
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Whumpee awoke to a beeping sound which was oddly calming thanks to its consistency. The bed underneath them was firm, but their body felt like it was floating. Upon opening their eyes they were met with a dark room lit only by the soft glow of a reading lamp in the corner of the room. Under the lamp was a large armchair in which Caretaker sat, eyes scanning the pages of a book.
Whumpee wetted their lips with their tongue before speaking. “Watchya reading?”
Caretaker nearly jumped out of their skin at the unexpected sound. “Whumpee,” they spoke as a stunned exhale before crossing the room to stand at the bedside. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine actually,” Whumpee responded, pushing themself upon their elbows with a wince. “Okay, a little sore, but I’ll be fine.”
Caretaker nodded. “Well, since you’re fine I can tell you that you’re an absolute idiot.”
“If I’d have known what a warm welcome I’d receive them I would have woke up ages ago,” Whumpee said sarcastically.
“I’m not joking,” Caretaker said seriously. “You almost died, and for what?”
Whumpee fiddled with a loose thread on the blanket that covered them. “Whumper told me not to tell anyone.”
“And you listened to them why?”
“They threatened to kill you.”
“So you were just going to, what, die?” Caretaker said it half-jokingly, but Whumpee met their eyes with a look so sincere that their face grew serious. “Really?” Caretaker whispered.
Whumpee shrugged a shoulder sheepishly. “I wasn’t going to condemn you to death.”
Caretaker shifted awkwardly, looking away before changing the subject. “Well, you wouldn’t have anyway. The cops already knew Whumper was planning on killing me, they had a spy in their ranks. While we were in court the police raided their entire organization and arrested nearly every member, toppling their chain of command. Whumper no longer has any power.”
Whumpee thought this over for a moment. “What about the guards and their families?”
“The guards were arrested too once the police figured out what happened. Their families are fine, Whumper has no one to carry out their orders so there is no threat.”
Whumpee nodded. Then, they realized something. “Wait a minute, you knew Whumper was planning to kill you and you didn’t tell me?”
Caretaker sighed, rubbing a hand over their neck. “I didn’t want to put you under any more stress.”
“Jesus Christ,” Whumpee muttered.
“Yeah, well, I guess we can call it even.”
Whumpee gave them a sheepish smile. “I guess so.”
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Fin
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worldofwhumpcraft · 1 year
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“...Leader?”
Whumpee's voice was thick and heavy. Leader thought it was due to fear until he saw the crimson staining their teeth. The muzzle gag had been fitted with a spiked inner bit, tearing up the flesh inside their tongue and cheeks. The the cold trickle of fear crawling up Leader's spine exploded into a wave of fiery rage.
"Whumpee! It's me, I'm here."
“I didn’t… I didn’t think you’d come for me.”
The rage in Leader's throat turned into bitter ash. He’d willingly handed over someone who considered him a friend into the hands of an enemy. Yes, it had been a desperate play for time, to save the lives of hundreds of innocent people. But it didn’t, couldn’t justify that he’d led Whumpee to the slaughter; and like a lamb, they had trusted him.
Not just Whumpee. Medic, Caretaker, whumpee's friends and Leader's own teammates, they believed in him as an commander and as their friend.
He’d saved the lives of innocent people, but let down the ones who had put their faith in him.
No, not yet.
“You’re going to be okay. You’re safe, I’m going to take you out of this awful, awful place. You’ll never see it again, never in your entire life."
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I just had an idea and I’m gonna try to explain this the best I can-
A Whumper who allows Whumpee phone privileges? Treats them like a kid on the internet, with parental controls and such
Whumpee remembers Caretakers phone number, and starts to message them in secret, deleting the app/messages afterwards to cover it up? (Idk how phones work /j 💀)
Anyway, they are close to being saved, or Caretaker is at least finding out where they are, when Whumper finds out about their secret
They decide to have fun with it
For every text that Whumpee receives from Caretaker is another punishment, and they have to keep responding and telling them that everything is okay
They eventually make them call Caretaker and tell them one of a couple things:
- They are safe/were saved, but can’t talk anymore, and that Caretaker doesn’t need to worry about them anymore (then never answer the phone again)
- They lied about the entire thing, maybe they were never kidnapped, maybe it was just all a really cruel prank. (Bonus points on if it was Whumpee x Caretaker and Whumpee tells them they don’t love them anymore, and instead love Whumper)
- They are not safe, and they don’t know what will happen to them, they can’t answer them anymore, Whumper will hurt them (Again, bonus points if Whumper speaks as well)
And my favorite - Caretaker calls and Whumper answers instead, telling Caretaker just how badly they’ve harmed Whumpee because of Caretakers interference.
Idk, I hope I explained it well enough.
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