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Caught

Warnings: threat of torture, restraint, captivity

Whumpee swore as the snare they stepped in, the snare that was so expertly hidden, pulled tight and had them sailing into the air. This was not good. This was not what they needed right now.

Somehow Whumpee had become separated from Caretaker and the others. Somehow in their desperate hunt for Whumper, Whumpee had wandered off. Somehow Whumpee had let their guard down. And now they were caught in a trap.

Whumpee hung by their ankle in the air. They tried to reach up to free their ankle, but they couldn't. They continued to swing as they tried. They had to get free.

"That was far too easy," Whumper's low voice called as they stepped into the clear. "You are so predictable, Whumpee."

Whumpee froze, like a caught rabbit, desperate to cease existing so that they might be free. It took Whumpee's two swallows before they could speak. "You don't have to do this. Please. I won't tell Caretaker and the others."

Whumper cocked their head. "Others?"

Whumpee's heart thundered in their chest as they realized Whumper thought that they were out here alone. "I...I...I mean Caretaker."

Whumper shook their head. "Don't lie, Whumpee. I've caught you. It wouldn't do well to keep lying. How many others are there?"

Whumpee closed their eyes as they took a steadying breath. Caretaker and the others would find them. Caretaker and the others would track them. Caretaker and the others would save them. "Four."

Whumper nodded. "Well, then I better work quickly."

Quickly? "What are you going to do to me?"

Whumper grinned wickedly. "Anything that I want to, Whumpee. Anything that I want to."

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Come With Me V

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warnings: mayhem, destruction, emotional manipulation, poisoning, self sacrifice, mcd, hurt/no comfort

Villain was silent apart from the coughing spells that became more and more frequent as Hero sped through City. Several times Hero found themself opening their mouth to say something, but closing it as they thought the better of it. Where do they even begin?

Hero was saved from having to say anything as they pulled into the secret driveway that led to Base. "Let me lead, Villain. You're in no shape to fight."

Villain opened their mouth to protest, but a cough cut them off. "That's my point. You just focus on finding the antidote and I'll focus on disabling Superhero."

Villain nodded. They handed Hero a communicator. "Call me if you need my help."

Hero pocketed the communicator knowing full well they wouldn't call Villain. Villain was poisoned because of them. "Villain, listen, I--"

Villain smiled as they started off toward the research center. "Save it. If....If you want to talk after everything is over, I'll be all ears. But none of this," they waffled their hand around, "words said out of desperation. We can talk after."

Hero nodded and sprinted off to where they suspected Superhero would be waiting. "Took you long enough," Superhero growled as they loosed a fire ball at Hero's head as Hero rounded the corner to Superhero's office.

Hero had just enough time to jump back. "What the fuck?"

Superhero frowned. "Oops. I missed."

"What is wrong with you?" Hero crouched behind the wall, knowing it would give them ample cover to hide.

"You took too long to get back. Once I saw you were clear of the building, I knew that could only mean one thing." Superhero's voice was as cold as ever.

"And you didn't think that maybe Villain had kidnapped me? That I was being tortured for information Villain could use against you?" Hero couldn't believe that Superhero, their mentor, their leader, could be so cold and callous. They hadn't wanted to believe Villain. Hadn't wanted to, but deep down they knew Villain was right. And hearing Superhero talk now confirmed it.

Superhero laughed as they blasted the wall out from over Hero's head. "Villain would never hurt you. They may not be a lot of things, but they are sentimental." Superhero launched another fireball.

Hero ducked and rolled out into the hall, sending bolts of electricity at Superhero. Superhero blocked Hero's attack with a wall of fire. "They are so predictable."

Hero was up and running before Superhero could take another shot at them. This was not good. Superhero was just too powerful. They just had to keep Superhero distracted long enough so that Villain could get the antidote and getaway. Villain would keep fighting against Superhero. Hero could buy them enough time as their atonement for not believing Villain. For not trusting Villain.

"And you're not?" They placed their palms on the ground and sent a powerful current into the floor.

Superhero leapt into the air, avoiding electrocution with ease. "I can be predictable. I have more power." Superhero sent flames towards Hero, blocking their exit. "And this is the end of the line, Hero." They raised a fist of fire.

Hero closed their eyes. They said a silent apology to Villain that this was the only time they could buy for Villain. It would have to be enough. Hero was strangely at peace with being destroyed.

"For you, maybe," Villain's voice, though weak, rang down the hallway.

Hero wrenched their eyes open to see Superhero turn with flame coated fist towards Villain. Villain aimed a weapon Hero had never seen before at Superhero. Villain's arms shook with the effort to hold and aim the weapon.

"Pathetic. You can't even raise it all the way. You are weak. You are filth. You are nothing."

Villain smirked. "That may be true. But at least I'm not evil."

"You are powerless. You cannot stop me. You don't even know what that does, do you?" Superhero sneered as they stepped towards Villain, flames twining down their other arm.

"Do you?" Villain's eyes flashed as they caught Hero's gaze. "Duck!" They roared as they fired the weapon at Superhero.

Hero couldn't exactly explain what happened as they ducked. One moment Superhero was there, flames spiraling towards Villain, the next a wave of energy passed over them and they were gone.

"Oh thank goodness," Villain said as they sank to their knees. "You ok, 'ero?" Villain asked as they began to cough again.

"Did you just..."

"Convert the form of energy that the matter making up Superhero to another form using an energy based weapon? Yep." Villain coughed harder, specks of blood flecking their lips and the back of their hand.

"Whoa, hey, hey! Villain, what about the antidote?" Hero hurried down the corridor to where Villain knelt. Hero couldn't breathe around the lump in their throat. This was not happening.

Villain lifted their head weakly, their face paler and sweatier than ever before. "DDDDDoesn't-t-t-t-t ex-ex-exist." They tilted forward, but Hero caught them, keeping them from falling.

Hero began to cry. "Tell me what to do. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. What do you need?" Hero could feel Villain struggle to take a breath. Could feel the heat emanating from them. Could feel Villain dying in their arms.

Villain blinked up at Hero. "There'ssss nothing. It's...It's.....It's 'k, 'ro." Villain took a choking breath. Their breath rattled deep in their chest.

"No," Hero sobbed, "no, you can't die. Not after....not after everything. I need you, Villain. I.....I....I love you."

Villain pressed a shaking hand to Hero's cheek. They sucked in as much air as they could. "I love you, Hero. I.....I....I nnnneverrrr st-st-stoppeddddd." Villain closed their eyes tightly against pain as they coughed. They coughed and coughed, their body shaking with each movement. "It'sssss 'k, 'ero. 'm 'k w-w-w-ith th-th-thissssss. Y'r 'k." Villain's touch on Hero's face began to slip away as Villain closed their eyes.

Hero put their hand on Villain's, keeping Villain's hand on their cheek. This wasn't happening. This was all their fault. They should have gone with Villain all those years ago. Why hadn't Villain give up on them? Hero had given up on Villain. Why hadn't Villain given up on them? "Was it," Hero sniffed, "was it all worth it? All the pain, all the hate. Was it worth it?"

Villain's eyes fluttered opening. Their eyes blazed with the passion Hero knew filled their being. "It.....w-w-was if....if....if.....I wassssss rightttttt. I," they took a wheezing breath, their eyes clouding with pain, "tooooook a ga-ga-gamble on....on...on the sl-sl-slimmmmmm chancccceee I...I....I was right." Their eyes fluttered closed as they took another shallow wheezing breath.

Hero tapped Villain's cheek, unwilling to let Villain leave. They couldn't leave. They needed Villain. "But was it worth it? Worth being the villain in everyone's story?"

Villain opened their eyes slowly, eyes clear once more. "I....was....nnnnever the v-v-v-illain in yyyyyourrrr st-st-story, H-H-Hero." Their breath rattled in their chest as they gasped. "'nd I w-w-wassss right."

Hero let out a howl of pain as they watched the light in Villain's eyes die. Let out a heartrending sob as the wheezing, rattling breaths stopped. Let out the sound of their heartbreak as the only person who they ever truly loved and was loved by died in their arms. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Hero sobbed into Villain's hair. "Please, please, come back. Come back. Please. Please. Villain. God. Please, come back. I need you. I'm sorry. So sorry."

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Alright y'all. I think I'm just about back. I've updated all my links and will start building up a queue again. Please be patient with me. Also, I do plan on finishing the wollemi whump event's remaining prompts (however late they are at this point). Thank you for all waiting and being patient with me.

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Wollemi Whump Event

Days 1, 2: prompt: carried, under the weather; TW: captivity, torture, escape, hidden injury, infection, blood, wound, unconsciousness

Day 3: prompt: stranded; TW: betrayal, head injury, stranded

Day 4: prompt: at weapon's point; TW: kidnapping, restraints, threat of torture

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Not quite back yet

Hey y'all. I want to thank each of you for sticking around and bearing with me while I get my brain in order. I've got two more weeks of moving and then I think my life will settle. After that, I'll be back to posting on the regular. I promise! I may try to do some writing this week, but I'm not super optimistic about it. So thank y'all for bearing with me.

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The Point

Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, threat of torture

"Don't move," Whumper said as they pointed their sword at Whumpee's throat.

Whumpee was seething. They had been running for so long they had thought they would evade Whumper. Whumper proved to be a far more difficult adversary than Whumpee thought. "How did you find me?" Whumpee kept their hands up where Whumper could see them. They didn't want to give Whumper an excuse to hurt them.

Whumper smirked. "You're not hard prey to catch, Whumpee." They tossed a pair of manacles at Whumpee's feet. "Put these on," they ordered.

"And if I refuse?" Whumpee wasn't going to be complicit in their own kidnapping.

Whumper flicked the sword, slicing a lock of hair from Whumpee's head. "I won't miss next time." Whumper placed the sword tip on Whumpee's cheek. "Put these on. Don't make me order you a third time."

Whumpee didn't want to put the manacles on. They didn't want to be restrained and at the mercy of Whumper. They knew what awaited them in Whumper's dungeon. But they also couldn't be stabbed. Whumper would just as soon kill them as wound them. And they needed to buy Caretaker time to find them.

With great trepidation, Whumpee knelt to pick up the manacles. "What are you going to do to me?" They asked as they snapped the manacles into place. The manacles were tight and bruising on their wrists.

"Anything and everything," Whumper said as their eyes darkened. "Anything and everything, Whumpee."

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The Unforgiven

Warnings: betrayal, head injury, stranded

Whumpee sat down. They had been walking for hours and their head throbbed with each step. They couldn't keep walking. They had to rest. After they rested they could resume their journey.

Whumpee couldn't believe they had fallen for Whumper's deception. Having such a kind, caring companion had been too good to be true. But Whumpee had to believe that someone would offer them kindness. Had to believe that Whumper was their friend.

And yet their inevitable betrayal still stung. Stung more than when Whumper had hit them in the back of the head with a rock and drove away, leaving them in the desert with now way of getting home. They were stranded, and still the betrayal hurt more than anything else.

They had no more tears to shed. It had been hot, the night air a now welcome relief on their skin. They were thirsty, their body ached, and the pangs of hunger had their stomach twisting in knots.

But they had to rest. Just a bit longer. Then they would get up. They would get up and go after Whumper. Whumper was the unforgiven. And Whumpee was going to exact their vengeance. Once they got out of the desert.

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When You Can't Run

Warnings: captivity, torture, escape, hidden injury, infection, blood, wound, unconsciousness

"If you can't run you walk. If you can't walk you crawl. And if you can't crawl, I'll carry you."

Those were the words Team Leader always preached to their team. Team Leader would never let their team give up. Would never let a member fall behind. And they would never leave a teammate behind.

Team Leader trailed behind Teammate One. They felt like they had been walking for hours, but knew it had likely on been half an hour since they escaped Whumper's compound by the skin of their teeth. Teammate One had really stood up and taken charge the moment it became clear it was their time to run.

Team Leader was glad for that. They didn't think they were up for much of anything they were so weak. It wasn't the days of torture that had them so weak. Nor was it the minimal food and water that had them so weak. It was the deeply infected wound on the small of their back that had them so weak.

But they had to keep going. They had to get out of there. And Teammate One wasn't likely to leave them behind if Team Leader said they would wait here for rescue while Teammate One ran for help. Teammate One would never leave anyone behind.

"You ok, Team Leader? I can slow down if you like." Teammate One peered over their shoulder.

Team Leader shook their head. They could feel the blood dripping down their back as the wound reopened for the umpteenth time in the last hour. "I'm right behind you."

"You always said to us 'when you can't run you walk,' so let's just walk together." Teammate One slowed down until their strides matched Team Leader's clumsy ones. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Just a little under the weather. Days of torture, you know," Team Leader joked, though they couldn't quite muster the energy to smile.

"Yeah, it was pretty shitty, wasn't it?" Teammate One said as they faced forward, though they kept one eye on Team Leader.

Team Leader nodded weakly as they stumbled. Teammate One grabbed their shoulder and was the only reason they didn't face plant on the dirt in front of them. "I.....I....I thinkkkkkk I......I.....I nnnneeeedddd y-y-you tttttto d-d-d-d-oooo th-th-the rest....st...st," Team Leader mumbled, unable to bring themself to say the rest of the words they always told their team.

"Team Leader?" Teammate One shouted as Team Leader's knees gave out and they collapsed. "Team Leader!"

Team Leader fainted dead away in Teammate One's grasp. They didn't hear Teammate One's frantic shouts. Didn't hear Teammate One's gasp as Teammate One finally found the wound on their back. And they didn't hear Teammate One curse as Teammate One lifted them.

"Don't you dare quit on me, Team Leader. I will carry you. And when you're awake, we are going to have a discussion about amending our team motto." Teammate One ran as fast as they could through the forest, Team Leader clutched tightly in their arms. They would get Team Leader to safety. Team Leader couldn't crawl, and so they would carry Team Leader the whole way home.

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Come With Me IV

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: threat of death, manipulation, deception, poisoning, self sacrifice

Hero pulled away from Villain as soon as their feet hit solid ground. They hated teleporting. Hated every second of it. "Get off me!" Hero shoved Villain.

Villain put their hands up in a placating gesture. "I mean you no harm, Hero."

Hero glared at Villain. "Sure, and I'm the Easter Bunny." They rolled their eyes. "Why save me, anyway?"

Villain watched Hero, their eyes careful. "I never wanted to hurt you, Hero. I said I've been fighting for you, I meant it." They clenched their fists at their side.

Hero took a step back. "But you have hurt me! Time and time again! All you do is hurt me."

Villain frowned. "I don't want to hurt you, Hero. I have only been trying to help--"

"By sabotaging me at every turn? By destroying everything I have built? That Superhero has built?" Hero was shouting, but they didn't care.

"Superhero has been feeding you lies for years, Hero. They can be wrong about things. When are you going to stop worshiping them?"

"They have not lied to me. Only you have lied," Hero spat at Villain. "You lied about loving me, about staying with me forever. You are the liar, Villain. Not Superhero. Not me."

Villain flinched at the venom in Hero's words. "Is that what you really believe of me?" Their voice was soft, their eyes sad.

"It's the truth. Superhero is probably looking for me in the rubble of the building that you tried to destroy." Hero's heart sank. Would Superhero believe they betrayed everything Superhero stood for?

Villain sighed. "Superhero was never going to come for you, Hero, when will you see them for what they are?"

"And what's that?"

"A monster." Villain took a step towards Hero. "I didn't try to destroy the building, Hero. I was trying to protect what's in there. How would I have blown it up? You know I don't have the powers of fire. But you know who can control and manipulate fire?"

Hero glared at Villain. "I won't hear another word of slander against Superhero! I won't! You may have only showed me a fraction of your powers. How do I know that teleportation and energy manipulation are the extent of your powers? How do I know you didn't orchestrate all of this to use me as bait to lure Superhero to Lair?" Hero's voice was shrill as they screamed at Villain.

Villain didn't move. They kept their hands up as they spoke. "I have never lied to you. I have shown more of myself to you than anyone in the world. I would never lie to you, Hero. You have to believe me. The only person who lies to you is Superhero."

Hero smirked. They realized Superhero had given them what they had needed to save themself--a vial of power boosting serum was in their front pocket. Superhero had complete faith in them. "Lies. More lies. Every time you open your mouth, you lie. But it doesn't matter," they unzipped their pocket, "Superhero left me with what I needed to defeat you." They pulled out the vial of serum. "With the extra boost this gives me, I'll be sure to defeat you and be home in no time."

Villain lunged for the vial, quickly wrestling it from Hero's grasp. "I can't let you do that. Superhero--"

"GIVE ME THAT!" Hero roared as they charged at Villain.

Villain teleported out of reach. They uncorked the vial. "I'm trying to save you, Hero. When are you going to believe that?" They stared at the vial in their hand. "There's only one way I can get you to believe me." And they drank the entire vial of Superhero's power boosting serum.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" Hero growled as they launched themself onto Villain.

Villain coughed and stumbled. "Hero, look--"

But Hero couldn't hear Villain over the roaring in their ears. They were going to destroy Villain for this. Destroy them with one punch at a time. Electricity crackled at their finger tips. "No teleporting away?" They stalked toward Villain.

Villain's face was pale and sweaty. They shook their head. "I....I can't." They coughed again. "Look," they said as they lifted their hand toward Hero.

Hero flinched back, fearing the powered up blast of energy thrown their way. But none came. "More lies."

Villain gave a bittersweet smile. "If I were going to lie to you, do you think it would be about losing my powers?" They turned away from Hero. "If you want to kick my ass, I won't stop you, Hero. I can't fight you on equal footing." Villain coughed again. "But I couldn't let you poison yourself because of your blind faith."

Poison. Villain said poison. "What? Where are you going?"

"To Base. This ends tonight with Superhero." Villain was almost to the door.

Hero sprinted to catch up with Villain. "Wait, I'm not done with you." They grabbed Villain's bare arm and dropped it. Villain's normally freezing skin--a side effect of their powers--was burning up. Had Superhero really tried to poison Hero?

"They probably didn't intend for you to take it, Hero." Villain looked up into Hero's eyes, their eyes fever bright. "They knew I wouldn't let you get hurt."

"I....I....I...." But Hero couldn't finish. Had Superhero really used Hero as bait for Villain.

"Come on, Hero. I can't teleport us there. But I can drive." Villain continued to the door. Each step they took was careful, calculated, as though they hurt in places Hero couldn't see.

"Superhero tried to poison me. Me. I don't understand," Hero said as they felt on the brink of tears.

Villain turned back to Hero. "They knew I wouldn't let you take it, Hero."

"But what if I tried to take it when I was alone?"

Villain shrugged. "I've been telling you for years that they're evil. Do you believe me now?"

They can be wrong about things. Villain had said that to them all those years ago. Villain had seen it then. Had rebelled. And had tried to take Hero with them. But Hero hadn't been willing to risk it.

"Wait," Hero said slowly. "You're in no condition to drive." They held out their hands for the keys. "And we both know I'm the much better driver."

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Allowed

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, drowning, infection, rescue, mcd, hurt/no comfort

"Whumpee, you're never allowed to die," Caretaker said as they wrapped their arms around Whumpee. The two of them had crawled into bed after a long day of soft, gentle moments together.

Whumpee smiled and leaned into Caretaker's touch. "I'm never going to leave you, Caretaker. I promise. I love you."

Caretaker kissed Whumpee fiercely. "I love you. And that's why you're never allowed to die. You have to live forever."

"Forever sounds good with you, Caretaker."

The conversation played in Caretaker's mind over and over again in the time that Whumper had them. Whumper had, unfortunately, gotten the drop on both them and Whumpee. Caretaker had fought back more once they saw Whumpee being hauled away as well. They couldn't let Whumper take Whumpee.

"Hurt me," Whumpee offered as Whumper chained them both to opposite walls. "Hurt me instead of them, and I won't fight back."

Whumper stared at Whumpee, their head cocked. "You would do that? Offer yourself up in their place. Why?"

Whumpee's eyes flashed. "It doesn't matter why. I just promise I won't make your life hell if you hurt me instead of them. I'll do everything you want me to do. Just don't hurt Caretaker."

Caretaker screamed their protests, but Whumper only had eyes for Whumpee. "You have yourself a deal."

And so Caretaker had to endure days and days of watching Whumper torture Whumpee. Days and days of watching Whumper drown Whumpee in a filthy tub. Days and days of begging Whumper to stop. Days and days of being shot down. And days and days of watching Whumpee grow weaker and weaker.

"S-S-Someone-one-one isssss b-b-b-ound tttttooooo f-f-f-find ussss," Whumpee said as they lay in the damp heap Whumper had left them in. Caretaker knew without having to ask that Whumpee felt like crap. They suspected that the infection that Whumpee had told them about two days ago was much worse than Whumpee led them to believe. They knew Whumpee's fever hadn't broken--Whumpee sweated profusely despite the cool temperature of the room and their eyes were fever bright.

"Someone has to be looking for us. You just need to hold on a bit longer."

Whumpee opened their mouth to speak, but a violent coughing fit left them trembling and breathless. They closed their eyes and nodded their head.

"I wish you would let me take your pace. I can take it, Whumpee. Please. You need your rest."

Whumpee shook their head. "Nnnnnn," was all they managed as they started to cough again.

Caretaker opened their mouth to protest, but the door banging open had them shutting their mouth as they watched Whumper stalk towards Whumpee. "We have very little time left, I'm afraid. I'd like to get all of the enjoyment I can before I leave."

"Me! Hurt me! I'll be so good for you. I promise!" The words tumbled out of Caretaker's mouth in a jumble. Their time was almost up? Someone had found them. Someone was coming for them. Whumpee just had to hold on a bit longer.

Whumper smirked. "But where's the fun in that?" They kicked out at Whumpee, their foot connecting with Whumpee's ribs. Whumpee let out a breathless cry. "This one is so much more fun to watch. They have such a pretty face under the water, don't you think?"

Caretaker let out a wordless yell, trying to draw attention to where they were. Whumpee began to slowly move, their eyes meeting Caretaker's. They nodded. Caretaker just needed to distract Whumper. Whumpee wasn't restrained any longer like Caretaker was. They could, in theory, fight back. Whumper had taken them at their word. And now Whumper was going to pay.

"WHY DID YOU--" Whumper froze as they heard the sounds of someone somewhere in the compound. "Fuck."

"WE ARE IN HERE! HELP!" Caretaker screeched.

Whumper took two steps towards Caretaker, "I am going to--"

But they never finished speaking. Whumpee threw themself at Whumper, arms flailing at Whumper's face. Caretaker watched in horror as Whumpee struggled against Whumper, their fist connecting with Whumper's jaw.

"HELP!" Caretaker shouted once more as the sounds of someone came close. "WE ARE IN HERE! HELP US!"

Whumpee gave a yelp of pain that had Caretaker freezing. Caretaker looked up to see Whumpee fall back into the filthy tub, landing with a loud clank, Whumper smirking as they slowly rose. They moved like they were hurting, and Caretaker couldn't help but be pleased with Whumpee.

The door banged open as Whumper took a step towards the tub. "FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" Multiple voices shouted from the doorway.

Whumper started forward and the world erupted into sound, light, and smoke as the rescue team surged in to fight back against Whumper. Caretaker shrunk back against the wall trying to stay out of the fight. They were sure Whumpee was safe in the tub. They had to be safe.

And just as suddenly as the chaos began, it ended. Whumper was on the ground, hands cuffed behind their back, and the rescue team entered the room. "Uncuff that one on the wall. Get a medic in here for Whumper." The leader ordered.

"Whumpee, Whumpee needs help! They're sick." Caretaker said quickly. "Please. They need a medic."

The leader nodded. "Prioritize the victims first." Their team quickly dispersed, leaving Caretaker with only one rescuer.

Caretaker was quickly freed and they stumbled towards the tub. Whumpee's legs hung over the edge, their pants dripping with water. There was still water in the tub? "Whumpee?" Caretaker called.

Whumpee's legs didn't stir. Their legs hung limply and the only sound was the dripping of the water. Caretaker's mouth went dry as they could finally see the tub in its entirety. "Whumpee!"

Whumpee lay face up, their upper body and face completely submerged in the dingy water. Their eyes were closed, their hair floating in the water around them. "No! Whumpee! No....not like this!" Caretaker shouted as they hauled Whumpee out of the water. Whumpee's limbs flopped bonelessly in Caretaker's arms as Caretaker lay them flat on the ground. "Come on, Whumpee. They found us. They found us! Open your eyes. Whumpee!"

Whumpee's skin was cool, cooler than Caretaker would have expected given how sick they were. Caretaker pressed their fingers to Whumpee's throat, hoping that they were wrong, hoping that this was all some trick. Caretaker's heart sunk as they realized Whumpee had no pulse. "No. No. NO." They began to perform CPR. "Somebody help me, please!" They sobbed as they pumped Whumpee's chest. "Come on, Whumpee. You promised. You can't die. You promised. You can't leave me. Not like this." Their vision became blurry as they sobbed harder and harder.

Caretaker felt two strong hands on their shoulders. They fought against the pull. They couldn't stop. Whumpee wasn't dead. Whumpee couldn't be dead. Whumpee wasn't allowed to die. But as the pull became stronger, more hands appeared. Hands on Whumpee's throat. Hands on Whumpee's chest. More hands on their back.

"You have to let them go, Caretaker. You have to let them go, we can't help them if you're doing all of this." The words in Caretaker's ear made sense. But didn't. If Caretaker stopped, if Caretaker let go, Whumpee might die. And Whumpee wasn't allowed to die.

"I can't," they sobbed. "I can't. They'll die. Please. I can't."

"They're already gone, Caretaker. There's nothing you can do. They hit their head on the side of the tub when they fell. They weren't awake when they went under water. They're gone. Let them go, Caretaker. You have to let them go."

Caretaker stared down at Whumpee's lax face. Their lips were pale with a blue tint. Their body only moved with Caretaker's movement. Otherwise Whumpee was deathly still. No. It couldn't be. "Whumpee's not dead! They're not, you'll see!"

The hands squeezed their shoulders tightly. "Whumpee is dead, Caretaker. I am very sorry. We were all too late. Whumpee is dead."

At the last words, Caretaker collapsed forward, sobbing harder than before. They pressed their face into the crook of Whumpee's neck as they sobbed. They had failed Whumpee. Everyone had failed Whumpee. Whumpee was alive when help arrived. But help wasn't fast enough. "Oh, God. Whumpee. Please."

Whumpee didn't move. Didn't breathe. They lay there, sopping and cold. They lay there beneath Caretaker and they didn't respond. Because death had claimed them. Caretaker sobbed harder as they realized Whumpee was well and truly gone.

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[serickswrites]

The Leftovers

Warnings: stab wound, blood, bleeding, left for dead, betrayal

Team Leader slowly rolled onto their back, their side exploding with pain with each small movement. They pressed harder on the gurgling stab wound, trying to stem the flow of blood as they reopened the slowly forming scab. They stifled a scream as they rolled over completely. Team Leader couldn't be sure, but the traitor had likely left the area. The traitor had likely left Team Leader for dead.

Team Leader couldn't believe they had fallen for Teammate One's trap. It had been so obvious. And yet they'd walked right into it. Because to believe that Teammate One had turned coat was to open the possibility that any of the team was at risk. At risk of joining the enemy. Or at risk of being killed for fighting back.

They were sure that Teammate One would spin some story about being ambushed and that they were killed in the scuffle. They were sure that Teammate One would tell a tale of how their body wasn't recoverable, but the team could avenge them. They were sure that some of the team would go along, but not all.

And that was why Team Leader had to get up. They had to get back. They had to warn the team. They couldn't let Teammate One lure the rest of them into danger. Team Leader couldn't fail their team now.

Team Leader lifted their head to look at the wound. It was bad. Not the worst they had. But it was pretty bad. They lay back, trying to rack their brain on ways they could pack the wound. They were running out of daylight and had to get out of here.

But as Team Leader tried to rise, the pain became too much for them. With a cry they fell back against the ground, whimpering as fresh, hot blood flowed passed their fingers. How on earth were they going to get up and out of here?

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[serickswrites]

Board

Warnings: captivity, restraint, torture, forced to watch, drowning, water torture, waterboarding

Team Leader screamed their frustration as they tugged uselessly on their restraints. They had been trying fruitlessly to break free of the cuffs that kept them standing at the far wall. Whumper had restrained them such that they couldn't sit and that they couldn't turn away from the out of reach center of the room. Turn away from everything they saw. Turn away from Smallest Teammate.

Smallest Teammate was sputtering and gasping from the tilted over chair, their hair just brushing the dirty ground, their face obscured by the filthy towel Whumper had slapped them with. They had initially tolerated the water torture with minimal crying. But all of their hard won strength and courage failed after Whumper had relentlessly continued the torture.

Team Leader had lost track of how long Whumper had been at it with Smallest Teammate. Had lost track of how long they listened to Smallest Teammate choke and gasp around the water being poured on their face. Had lost track of everything because they couldn't break free.

"I think that'll do for now, don't you think?" Whumper said as they let Smallest Teammate's chair drop the last few inches to the floor. Smallest Teammate let out a wordless shriek as they fell. They continued to shriek and sob as Whumper left the room.

"Smallest Teammate," Team Leader called, desperately trying to catch their attention. "Smallest Teammate."

But Smallest Teammate didn't reply. They continued to sob as they lay on the floor.

"You have to help them," Team Leader said hoping that the rest of the team could hear them through the broken communicator. Their headset had long broken, but they hoped that somehow the microphone and ability to transmit hadn't been damaged. Because they needed help. They needed the team to come and help them. They needed the team to come and save Smallest Teammate before Whumper graduated from simulating drowning to actually drowning Smallest Teammate.

"Please," Team Leader begged one more time, "if you can hear me, please come help them. I need you to come help them."

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[serickswrites]

Sorry I've been so sporadic in my posts this week, friends. Between traveling, and realizing I have to move out of my house in under two weeks (can you say major black mold infestation), I've barely had the time to write. I'm going to try to keep posting once a day for febuwhump, and hopefully after next weekend I will be a little more settled. Thanks for bearing with me, friends.

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[serickswrites]

I Care

Warnings: captivity, physical violence, restraints, drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, yandere, suicide, faked suicide, fake blood, presumed dead

Whumpee came to slowly. Their head was pounding and their mouth was dry as cotton. What happened? Where am I? Whumper! The thought had Whumpee starting awake.

"My love, you are awake," Whumper whispered into their ear, lips gently brushing the shell of their ear. "I am so glad."

"Wha," Whumpee had to clear their throat to get the words out, "what didjou do?" Where did you take me? Where is Caretaker? What have you done?

"What needed to be done," Whumper said coolly. "Really, I thought you would be happy, we're together, just like I promised we'd be. I always keep my promises."

What needed to be done? Oh God. Caretaker! "Caretaker?" Whumpee said as they realized they were restrained in a bed. Memories of the moments leading up to Whumper taking them flooded Whumpee. They had opened the door, expecting Caretaker, but found Whumper. They opened their mouth to scream, but Whumper came at them, punching their mouth, boxing their ears, and then grabbing them and......a sharp prick and then nothing.

"Oh they're alive, Whumpee. Don't worry. I wouldn't kill them. Though that would have made my life much easier," they said in afterthought.

Whumpee sighed. Caretaker's alive. They'll find me. They always find me. "They'll.....hunt....you." Their mouth was still dry, the words stuck like glue to their tongue.

Whumper giggled. "They're not going to come looking for you. I made sure they wouldn't."

Whumpee's heart pounded in their chest. They tried to free their hands, but the silken ropes bound them so tightly. "What didjou do?"

"I faked your death. At your own hand of course. That way Caretaker will never suspect me. And you and I can have all our time together. Just like I've always dreamed."

Faked my death? Suicide? I would never! Images of Caretaker's grief filled them, the pain so palpable. They think I'm dead. They think I'm dead. I'm not dead. They think I hurt myself. I would never. I could never hurt them that way. "Why?" Was all Whumpee managed to croak.

"I'm doing this because I care about you, Whumpee. More than anyone else." They cupped Whumpee's cheek and stared into Whumpee's eyes, a maniacal gleam filling their own eyes. "I care so much about you, Whumpee, that I will do anything to take care of you. Even if it means making sure no one will know you. No one will come for you. It's only you and me."

Whumpee spat in Whumper's face. It was the only thing they could do, they were bound to the bed so tightly. "Fuck you," they hissed.

Whumper winced as they wiped the spit off their face. They reached into their pocket and pulled out another needle. "I think you just need some time to think about how great our time will be with no one to interfere."

Whumpee tried to roll away. Tried to free their hands. Tried to do anything to avoid the prick of the needle. But it was in vein. As Whumper stabbed their neck with the needle and depressed the plunger, flooding their body with a potent sedative, Whumpee realized that until Whumper trusted them, until Whumper believed they wouldn't try to escape, they would remain tied to the bed.

I will get out of here. I will get back to you, Caretaker. Whumpee made their silent vow as they began to slip into the deep sea of unconsciousness. I will get back to you. Caretaker. I love you. Please, don't give up on me.

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[serickswrites]

Meant to Be

Warnings: gun, gunshot, gunfire, gunshot wound, blood, bleeding out, mcd, hurt/no comfort

By the time the gunfire had faded to a loud ringing in Caretaker's ears, they knew it was too late. By the time they managed to crawl across the bullet strewn room, they knew it was too late. By the time they managed to pull Whumpee's limp and bloody body into their lap, they knew it was too late.

"Whumpee, Whumpee, please, Whumpee," they sobbed as they tried to rouse Whumpee. Whumpee was unresponsive as Caretaker tapped their cool cheek. Unresponsive as Caretaker tried to wake them. Unresponsive as Caretaker pressed on the large gunshot wound in their chest.

"Please, Whumpee. You weren't meant to be there. You weren't meant to be there. You weren't meant to get hurt. Please, Whumpee, open your eyes. Whumpee!"

Caretaker had carefully laid the trap to catch Whumper off guard. Laid the trap carefully so that they could stop Whumper. Laid the trap carefully so that Whumpee would be far from the action. So that Whumpee would be safe.

And it had all gone to shit.

Caretaker didn't even know how it had all gone so wrong so fast. They only knew that they had been pinned down by Whumper and their goons, each side trading shots, but not hitting anything. Until Whumpee walked in. And then Whumper had a target.

Caretaker had yelled to warn Whumpee off. Yelled to get Whumpee to leave them. But Whumpee didn't listen. They took careful cover, keeping low to the ground as they slowly made their way over to Caretaker. And just as Caretaker thought that maybe Whumpee would be safe, maybe everything would work out, Whumpee tripped, stumbling forward and into the open.

The bullet struck the left side of their chest, spinning Whumpee with a spray of blood. Whumpee went down hard and lay unmoving as their blood began to pool around them. Caretaker couldn't tear their gaze from Whumpee. The one person they had tried to protect. The one person they would have done anything to keep safe. The one person they couldn't bear to see bleed out on the floor only a few yards away.

But Caretaker couldn't go to them. Not until Whumper had been neutralized. If they had any hope of saving Whumpee, they had to stop Whumper. They couldn't extract Whumpee and get to safety if Whumper was still shooting at them.

And so Caretaker stayed hunkered down behind their cover, trading shots with Whumper until at last the gunfire ended. But it was too late.

As Caretaker sobbed into Whumpee's hair, cradling Whumpee's head in their hands, Caretaker decided it wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth waiting for the gunfire to end. It wasn't worth making sure Whumper had been stopped. It wasn't worth any of those things because Whumpee had bled out before Caretaker could get them to safety.

"You weren't meant to be here, oh God, Whumpee. Please. Open your eyes. Whumpee. I can't. Please."

But Whumpee didn't respond. Didn't take a shuddering breath. Didn't blink their eyes open and flash Caretaker their warm smile. They just lay boneless in Caretaker's arms, growing colder by the minute. Caretaker held them close and sobbed harder and harder. Held them and begged them to come back. Held them, refusing to let go, even as help arrived. Caretaker held Whumpee and refused to let help support them. They had failed and they didn't care what happened next because the one person that mattered, the one person that made them do all of this, was gone. And nothing else mattered anymore.

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[serickswrites]

Truth

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, physical violence, bruises, truth serum, drugging, noncon drug use, video recording, hostage sitaution

"Please, don't," Whumpee begged. "Please, you don't have to do this." They shook in the restraints Whumper had used to bind them to the table. They watched Whumper with wide, terror-filled eyes, as Whumper advanced on them, syringe in hand.

Whumper back handed Whumpee hard. Whumpee whimpered with the pain. "Don't speak until I speak to you," Whumper growled. "And besides, I want to do this, Whumpee. You have what I want. And I always get what I want."

Whumpee could feel their lip swell from where Whumper had struck them. They knew their face was bruised from Whumper's rough handling of them. But still, they didn't want Whumper to inject them with whatever was in that vial. "Please," they tried once more. Surely, Whumper would be reasonable.

Whumper grinned wickedly as they stabbed Whumpee's arm with the syringe. "No," they said as they depressed the plunger.

Whumpee's veins were on fire. Every part of them was on fire. They couldn't breathe through the fire. Someone was screaming. It was them. They were screaming. Every single cell in their body was on fire.

Whumpee had no idea when the flames receded. They had no idea how much time had passed. They only knew that Whumper was speaking gently with them, stroking their hair, talking softly. They sobbed. It was all they could do. They were too weak to even turn their head towards Whumper.

"There, there, my sweet. I have one more little treat for you. Smile for the camera." Whumpee felt another needle in their arm. Felt a coolness wash over them. It was a welcome relief to the fire that had consumed them. "Now, you are going to answer all of my questions. And then we will send this video to the person who will actually give me what I want."

"Yes, Whumper," Whumpee heard their voice. But it wasn't their voice. It was dull, no inflection. And yet they felt their lips move.

"And remember, Whumpee," Whumper snickered, "the truth will set you free. So be honest."

"Yes, Whumper."

"Does Caretaker have what I want?" Whumper said from somewhere to their left. They heard Whumper take a step closer. Whumpee couldn't answer that question. They had to keep Caretaker out of this.

"Yes," Whumpee said against their will. They tried to turn their head, but couldn't. They were to weak. Whatever Whumper had given them, it hadn't given them energy. It just made them speak, though they didn't want to.

"Will Caretaker give it up for you?" Whumper said as they leaned over Whumpee, phone in hand.

Whumpee didn't want to answer. They couldn't answer. Because then everything Caretaker had worked for would be undone. "Yes." Whumpee closed their eyes against the tears. Though they hadn't wanted to speak. They had to. Whumper made them. Hopefully Caretaker would forgive them. If they lived long enough for Caretaker to find them.

Whumper climbed onto the table with them, pinched their cheek. "You hear that, Caretaker?" Whumper said as they flipped the camera so that both they and Whumpee were in the frame. "You'll give me what I want for Whumpee. So come get your Whumpee. Or you'll be picking up the pieces from here to kingdom come."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut once more. They had failed Caretaker. Failed and let themself become a hostage. Caretaker had to leave them. Caretaker couldn't come get them. It would be all for nought. "You have two days to collect what I desire and get here, Caretaker. Or Whumpee will face the consequences. Won't you, Whumpee?"

Whumpee nodded as tears flowed down their cheeks. "Yes, Whumper." They told the truth. However, this truth did not set them free.

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[serickswrites]

Y'all, I am traveling over the next couple of days, so I have nothing queued, but when I get a chance I will write something (it may take some time, and so I may fill multiple prompts in a single day)

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