#Whumper Gathering

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

cw captive whumpee, injury, betrayal, tortured for information, intimate whumper 

After hours of torture, of beatings, of sleep deprivation, Whumpee finally gives in. Coughing up a mouthful of blood onto the ground at Whumper’s feet, they beg, “S-stop, please. No more, I can’t—I'll tell you, I-I'll tell you everything.” 

“You lasted longer than I thought.” Whumper crouches down in front of them, taking Whumpee’s chin in their hand and tilting their head up. Their expression is almost sympathetic as they take in Whumpee’s teary eyes and bruised face. “But it’s okay. It’ll all be over if you give me the information I need. And then, just think how nice it will be to finally rest. You can sleep in a real bed while your injuries heal.” 

Whumpee doesn’t need any more convincing. They choke out the information through sobs, clinging to Whumper, and each heave of their chest sends pain shooting through their broken ribs. But it will be over soon—Whumpee doesn’t know why they even held out this long if they were just going to break anyway. 

Whumper strokes their hair gently as they give up the secrets they were trained to die for. Endangering their team’s entire operation and perhaps their lives. But then again, it’s not like Whumpee’s team came to rescue them—as Whumper had reminded them countless times. And they were right. 

“Good…that’s perfect, Whumpee,” Whumper praises after they’ve finished spilling every bit of information that had been requested, and then some. “Thanks to you, your team won’t stand a chance against me, now.” 

A sense of relief washes over Whumpee. It's done—the suffering is finally over with. They want to sleep until the pain no longer clings to their bones and laces every movement. However, their relief is quickly replaced by a fresh bout of fear at the realization of what they’ve just done. “They’ll know it was me,” Whumpee whispers brokenly.  

“Of course they will,” Whumper says, matter-of-fact. “And they will go looking for you. And if they find you, they will kill you.” 

Whumpee shakes their head. “Worse,” they correct. “They’ll do so much worse than just kill me.” 

A sharp pain shoots through their side and they groan, clutching at one of their wounds. Whumper gathers them into their arms before they collapse completely, and assures Whumpee, “That’s why you will be staying with me. In exchange for giving up the information I needed, you will be under my protection.” 

Whumpee can’t possibly have heard them right. They must be delirious from the pain. “W-what?” they stammer. Everything is growing fuzzy, and now that they’re being held in Whumper’s arms, they just want to let their eyes fall shut and surrender to sleep. 

The gentle fingers brushing back Whumpee’s hair lull them further into unconsciousness as Whumper murmurs, “I can’t just give you up now, sweetheart. I think you’d make a valuable addition to my team.” 

Whumpee hums in agreement, not quite sure what they’re agreeing to, but if it means an end to the pain, they’ll do just about anything. 

“You were never cut out for this line of work, were you?” Whumper says teasingly. They lift Whumpee in their arms and begin carrying them somewhere, but the gentle rocking motion of their steps eases Whumpee into sleep long before they find out where they’re being taken. 

#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #intimate whumper #captive whumpee #tortured for information #emotional whump #physical whump #betrayal #requests open #future whumper turned caretaker perhaps? #interrogation whump #snippet

[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 21: Unresponsive ♡

@febuwhump

Low key a continuation of day 19 (but if im being honest you could totally connect all of my generic febuwhump posts into one story if you try hard enough)

Content: unresponsive whumpee, ptsd, disassociation, worried/guilty caretaker, post-rescue, referenced finger amputation

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It's been a month.

One month since Whumpee made the most idiotic decision of their life and volunteered to be captured by Whumper for the opportunity to gather information about them.

One month since Caretaker tearfully begged them not to go and one month since Whumpee turned their back on their best friend.

Caretaker isn't involved in the rescue mission. All they can do is sit outside the infirmary and mentally reherse what they're going to say to Whumpee when they get back. ("Fuck you for being an absolute idiot and being so careless with yourself and making me worry you dickhead you could've died what is wrong with you-")

Doors burst open. Whumpee is brought in on a stretcher wearing nothing but a thin blanket that is already stained red in some spots and god they've never been this skinny before. Their eyes are open, staring up blankly at the ceiling as they're rushed into another room.

All of the harsh words Caretaker had been saving for Whumpee disappear because one month.

It takes hours, but Caretaker is eventually allowed to see Whumpee. The nurse who leads them in gives them a sympathetic look, muttering something about "be patient and give them time" but Caretaker doesn't hear it as they rush to Whumpee's bedside.

Whumpee's awake. At least, their eyes are open. But they don't even look at Caretaker as they perch at the edge of a chair next to the bed, don't even flinch as Caretaker takes their hand.

"Whumpee? How are you feeling? Are you alright? I was so worried."

Silence. No sign that Whumpee even heard them.

"I'm sorry for how we left things. I just didn't want you to get hurt. You don't have to give me the silent treatment."

They did get hurt. Whumpee is wrapped in bandages and hooked up to an IV and oxygen. Their left knee is in a cast. Their whole right hand is cocooned in gauze and Caretaker tries to pretend they don't know why.

(They'd overheard it a week after Whumpee's capture: "Leader was sent Whumpee's finger in an envelope this morning. Don't tell Caretaker, they'll freak.)

"Whumpee, please. Say something."

Nothing; just a haunted stare. The harsh overhead lights must be hurting their eyes, but still they go an unsettlingly long time between blinks.

A lot of damage can be done in a month.

Caretaker bends over, pressing their forehead to the mattress as silent sobs shake their shoulders.

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[chiharuuu22]

Past and Present

The only difference is when Whumpee is tormented by Whumper and when Whumpee is saved and safe with Caretaker.

In the past, Whumpee would wake up on a cold operating table or on a bare floor. Now, Whumpee woke up in bed with soft sheets, a comfortable pillow, and a warm blanket covering his body. Oh, Whumpee also felt that there were socks warming his feet.

In the past, Whumpee was always in a cold place. Now, Whumpee was also cold, but the warm blankets over his chests with electrodes, bruises, and bandages kept him warm.

In the past, Whumper tied Whumpee's hands with metal or rough rope directly touching his skin. This is done so that Whumpee stays in place and does not try to fight or run away. Now, Whumpee felt his hands being covered in a soft cloth before being tied to the bed. This time, Whumpee was tied up so he wouldn't remove the medical equipment attached to his body.

In the past, Whumpee always fought back when Whumper started putting a who-knows-what mask on his face. Now, Whumpee can't remove the oxygen mask from his face because he needs it to breathe, and surely Caretaker will stop Whumpee when his weak hands try to remove it.

In the past, Whumpee felt violence approaching his body—punches, kicks, whips, even hair-pulling. Now, Whumpee felt a gentle touch on his body, a warm handheld, a caress on his shoulder, cheek, or hair.

In the past, Whumpee couldn't sleep peacefully, and Whumper always had a way to jolt him awake. Now, Whumpee feels the comfort of sleeping without disturbance; he even hears the phrase, "Go back to sleep; you need rest; your body hasn't recovered yet."

In the past, Whumpee always hoped that he would no longer hear the monitor beeping, showing a graph of his heartbeat (because that meant Whumpee was dead and separated from Whumper). Now, Whumpee is thankful to hear his bedside monitor beeping steady (because that means he's alive and will be okay soon, hopefully).

In the past, Whumpee always felt deaf because he heard Whumper scream when he tortured them. Now, Whumpee felt calm because he heard the Caretaker's soft voice when Caretaker spoke to him.

In the past, Whumper would be very happy when he heard Whumpee's groans or screams of pain. Now, Caretakers will be very worried when they hear Whumpee groan, even if it's just a small "ouch" when a syringe is stuck into his hand.

In the past, Whumpee always felt anxious when sleeping. Now, Whumpee couldn't even hold back his consciousness when Caretaker's soft hands stroked his hair or hummed softly to lull him to sleep.

In the past, Whumpee never woke up in a good way. A Whumper scream, a splash of water, or even a punch or kick will start them opening their eyes. Now, Whumpee is always gently awakened by a touch, a caress on the hair and cheek, and a "Hello dear Whumpee. Did you sleep well? Sorry to wake you, but you must eat/take your medicine."

In the past, Whumpee never wore clean clothes or was not even given clothes at all. Now, Caretaker carefully dresses him in pajamas made of thin and soft material and even changes it every morning and evening so Whumpee is always clean.

In the past, Whumpee never ate well. Leftover food, spoiled food, or being forced to eat badly. Of course, it was very disgusting and cold. Now, the Whumpee eat very humane food—food that is easy for them to digest and keeps their bodies warm. In fact, Caretaker patiently fed. Oh, definitely eat three times a day.

In the past, Whumpee had difficulty getting water for his dry throat and dehydrated body. If Whumpee gets watered, he'll consider it a miracle because he can finally drink. Now, Whumpee is constantly reminded to drink enough water, even when tasting milk or juice. The IV in his hand also helps him keep his body hydrated.

In the past, Whumpee desperately hid the information he had from Whumper. Now, Whumpee leaks all the Whumper information he managed to gather to Caretaker.

In the past, Whumpee was always alone in his torture chamber. Now, Whumpee is always accompanied by Caretaker who faithfully sits beside his bed.

In the past, Whumper would come to make sure Whumpee was alive to continue torturing him for the information Whumpee had or because of Whumper's personal grudge. Of course, Whumper didn't care whether Whumpee was healthy or sick. Now, doctors and Caretakers are making sure Whumpee lives and returns to normal health.

Before: "You are worthless trash." "Keep your mouth shut, and I'll be your nightmare." "You won't be able to run away from me, Whumpee." "Die!" "You don't remember? Remember! Tell me now!" "How about these new wounds? Do you like them?"

Now: "You're precious to me, Whumpee." "It's okay, Whumpee; you're safe." "Nothing hurts you anymore, Whumpee." "It was just a nightmare; it's all over." "It's okay, Whumpee. There is no need to remember what Whumper did to you." "Don't force yourself to remember, Whumpee. Just say slowly what you know." "Wow, your wound is healing well. Look, I brought a good ointment. When your wound is completely dry, I'll rub it in so the scars won't be visible."

In the past, Whumpee thought that if he couldn't escape, then death was a good way out. Now, Whumpee is thankful he can still live and breathe.

#whumpee #whump #caretaker #caretaking #whumper #hospitalized #whump writing #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #whump scenario #recovery whump #whump comfort #whump dialogue #whump prompt

[montammil]

 CW: Intimate caretaker, insecurity (of scars on face), hurt/comfort, panic attack, just some wholesome fluff

When Caretaker hears a scream echo through the halls, they’ve never ran so fast, their first thought being, Whumpee is hurt, or worse... Whumper is back, trying to take them again. 

They barge in the bathroom without a second thought, to find Whumpee is alone and doesn’t seem to be injured (more than they already were, anyway), but they look like they’re on the verge of a panic attack, clutching their knees and violently shaking in the corner of the room.

Jaw clenched tightly, Caretaker makes sure not to make any sudden movements while they assess the situation. “Whumpee... I’m going to sit in front of you, okay?”

Whumpee just cries out in reply, shaking their head.

“You don’t want me to come near you?”

“N-no! I just-- I’m sorry--”

“Hey, it’s okay, shh, I won’t come near you if you don’t want me to. I’m not offended. Can you just tell me if you’re hurt?”

Whumpee sniffs, and buries their head deeper into their arms. “No...”

Mouth still pursed, Caretaker considers what to do next. They can’t just leave them alone like this, and they don’t even know if Whumpee is telling the truth. They know how much Whumpee tries hiding their injuries.

“Okay. Do we need to practice breathing?”

“No, I-I’m fine.” Whumpee’s tone suggests otherwise, and they still won’t lift their face from their knees.

Caretaker leans against the doorframe. “I’m right here, Whumpee. Talk to me when you’re ready. Or you don’t have to. If you just want to have a lazy day, I’m not opposed to that, either.” They try to make every day a lazy day for Whumpee. It’s what they deserve after... everything they went through.

After around five minutes of silence, Whumpee says hoarsely, “You never told me I looked like... like this?”

“Oh, baby, is that what this is about?” Caretaker curses themself for not realizing sooner, seeing as this is the first time Whumpee has been near a mirror.

“I look like a mon--”

“No. No, don’t say that. You do not look like a monster. You look like Whumpee. My amazing, kind, beautiful Whumpee. Not a monster.”

Nostrils flaring, Whumpee stares at the ground, looking more miserable than ever. “That’s not true. I look like half of my face is... is missing!” They start sobbing again.

“Sweetheart...” Now Caretaker feels like crying, too. “Can I please hug you?”

Whumpee sobs again and opens their arms, letting Caretaker practically fall to their knees to gather them in their arms. They press kisses to their hair, rocking them back and forth, once again basking in silence for a little longer.

“Can you look at me?” Caretaker asks once Whumpee’s cries soften. “Please?”

Sobs turn into sniffles before they finally meet Caretaker’s eyes. They’re red and puffy, and they keep blinking as if to clear away tears.

“There you are,” Caretaker laughs softly. They cup their mostly injured cheek, and run their thumb gently across their skin, careful not to hurt them. “You see a monster, but you know what I see? I see the bravest, most stunning person I know.”

Whumpee shakes their head. “You’re just saying that...”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You still have those beautiful eyes, you still have your gorgeous hair, and you still have the most kissable face!” They press multiple pecks to Whumpee’s forehead and cheeks, causing them to laugh. “Oh, and how could I forget to mention that adorable laugh?”

“Stoooop,” Whumpee chuckles.

They smile. “And even if you didn’t have all those amazing things, it wouldn’t change a single thing in my eyes. You’re still the same Whumpee I always loved. Okay?”

“Okay.” Whumpee smiles, letting Caretaker wipe the rest of their tears with their thumb.

“I’m glad we can finally come to an agreement. Why don’t I make your favorite tonight? Along with your favorite movie?”

“And cuddles?”

“You’re insane if you think I’d forget cuddles.” They help Whumpee to their feet, and kiss the top of their head again. “I love you, Whumpee. Nothing can or will ever change that.” They look them in the eyes without a shred of disgust or disapproval. 

It’s nice to finally be home.

#whump #hurt/comfort #caretaker x whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #intimate caretaker #whump comfort #protective caretaker #worried caretaker #caretaker #whumpee #tw panic attack #whump fluff #whump scenario

[kim-poce]

Whumpee, after gathering courage for a long time, asks Whumper's friends for help only to find out they aren't any better than Whumper.

#whump

[whumpthefuck]

I love the idea of a "loving" Whumper. They're obsessed with Whumpee, they wanna do anything and everything to make them happy, or at least what Whumper THINKs will make Whumpee happy.

Whumper touches Whumpee softly, whispering in their ear "I know you're scared, just relax, I can make you feel so good." Whumper tells Whumpee how good they're being while Whumper uses them.

Whumper softly wipes Whumpee's tears away "It's okay, I know it hurts, you're doing so well though baby."

Whumper cooks Whumpee elaborate expensive meals, and treats them to food they'd never have been able to afford before.

Whumper dresses Whumpee in expensive fabrics and expensive jewelry, but no matter how Whumper dresses Whumpee up, they're still a prisoner. They still don't have autonomy, Whumper controls what they do, where they go, what they eat, and what they wear, They look like they live in luxury, but they just feel more like someone's doll. Being dressed up and shown off like some shiny toy.

Bonus points if no one believes Whumpee when they come forward about the abuse. They have bodyguards (more like guards to make sure Whumpee doesn't try to leave) and purses that are worth more than most people's houses. How could someone like that be being abused, especially by the person who gave them that wealth??

When someone comes forward to Whumper about what Whumpee has been saying, Whumper just smiles and says something about Whumpee having some disorder or another that causes them to lie constantly, people believe Whumper. Whumper has done wonders to help their community, so it's easy to believe that Whumpee is just an attention whore, rather than to believe the person who has revived the community is secretly a monster.

When they get home Whumper beats Whumpee so badly that Whumpee isn't able to make a public appearance for at least a month due to how injured they are. Whumper tells people Whumpee is on vacation from social gatherings, maybe off on some cruise. So when Whumpee gets back they have to deal with people asking them about their "Vacation" reminding them further that no one will believe their story. They are only what Whumper says they are. No one is coming to save them, because no one can be convinced they need saving.

Whumper has done so much good for their community, that even when Whumpee starts showing up to parties with cuts and bruises, and can't stand up straight because of how doped up they are, people turn the other way. They don't want to lose all the support the community has gotten, maybe they're scared that the person they've put on a pedestal is not who they thought. Maybe they're scared that offending Whumper could lead them to move away, taking the financial support they've poured into the community with them.

So Whumpee just has to suffer in silence, no one will believe them, no one is willing to help them, and worse yet people call them lucky.

#whumpblr #whump #whump community #prompts #whump prompts #prompt #writing prompt #writing prompts #whump prompt

[dresden-syndrome]

Requested by @whumped-by-glitter

Whumping in EESU: Public humiliation

Newly designated pet whumpee being observed by owner and their colleagues, all gathered in a big office room.

Whumper listing their all of whumpee's political crimes, bragging about how dangerous they were and how great it is to have them caught.

State Security/Politburo/Party Committee whumper having a meeting, presenting their tied up and collared pet as an example of a state enemy and giving a passionate speech about ways of getting rid of them.

This goes without saying but whumpee used as a party entertainment - but not before being made to celebrate the achievements of EESU regime and cheer to the destruction of dissident movements. (Bonus point if whumpee was in one of them).

Whumpee with a singing skill forced to sing propaganda songs as their whumper and party guests clap and giggle at their attempts.

Whumpee forced to publicly declare their loyalty - whether stating that in front of their owner's department workers, giving a propaganda speech for the radio or taking part in a TV advert.

Whumpee forced to publicly beg for forgiveness and put on a regret display for their crimes. Especially if they were done deliberately by a spy or dissident whumpee, or whumpee hasn't actually done anything "wrong" at all.

Even after lots of humiliating sessions like that, they're still being treated as an enemy of the regime: poor class 4 whumpee may be secretly hoping to regain some of their rights yet under EESU laws they're still an enemy - forever.

Whumper taking a photo with their pet in a humiliating pose - with the whumpee on their knees or their boot stepping on whumpee's chest or head.

Whumper recording a film video of whumpee being tortured and handing it to State Security for watching how "spies and traitors" must be treated.

Whumper using their whumpee as the source of motivation for the department to fight political dissent and a sign of power they have over it.

An arrested spy being shown all the undisputable evidence of their work. Papers, equipment, ID cards from West countries' intelligence services, things they've used to sneak through the EESU border and mask their intentions - all on the table for the whumpee and detention personnel to see.

Newspapers and magazines announcing whumpee's arrest and declaring them a dangerous political criminal. (Bonus points if they're given to the whumpee to read).

A caught runaway class 2/3 whumpee paraded around their labor camp/commune as an example of what happens if one decides to attempt escape.

Whumpee had escaped from EESU and caught back; now they've been made to tell how horrible life in the West was an how much they regret running away from their dear homeland.

Whumpee being not allowed any privacy, having to undress, shower, sleep and do whatever they're told while always surrounded by the facility personnel. It can happen for different reasons - they're the beloved pet their owner can't leave alone, they're injured, aggressive or a high escape risk and need to be watched for their own good, or they're simply a class 4 subject which shouldn't need "human" things like privacy in general.

Medical checks in detention and the labs. Enough said.

Same goes for class 4 ear tags.

Public trials! of state enemies! forced to confess! all their imaginary crimes! for the audience to see and hear!

"Look at that, Whumpee. All your friends and family are ashamed of you. You were such a good worker, a Party member, you were your factory's pride - and then disappointed everyone you know with trying to destroy the government that gave us all work and bread in the first place! Where's your regret, Whumpee? Do you feel bad about that?"

[Masterpost link]

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[spidersanonymous]

There was a soft knock at their door. Caretaker looked up from their mountains of paperwork, eyebrows furrowing as Whumpee fidgeted in the doorway.

“Hello, Whumpee,” they greeted smoothly, “is there something you needed?” Whumpee didn’t tend to stray from Whumper’s side, Caretaker could only imagine what they might need. With a glance at their emancipated figure, probably a hot meal and a bed.

“Caretaker, i-” Whumpee bit their lip, shakily stepping further into Caretakers office, “I need- help. Your help,” they finished lamely, shifting on their feet as they awaited Caretaker’s response.

Caretaker rose an eyebrow, a record amount of seven words in a span of all of twenty seconds, “Okay?” they set down their pen, giving Whumpee their full attention, “Here,” they stood up from their chair, the old metal shrieking, “i think you need a seat, yes?”

Whumpee’s lip curled down but they still crossed the room and sat down, the chair groaning quietly under their weight. They hugged their arms around themself, head bowed as they anxiously glanced at the door.

Caretaker hummed, eyes tracing over Whumpee before making a decision, “I could close the door if you’re that concerned about it,” they nodded towards the doorway.

“Don’t,” Whumpee rasped, eyes widening as their words registered; still, they continued, “it isn’t- it’s not- it’s… fine.” their frown deepened as they stammered through the words. Caretaker could sympathize.

“If you’re sure,” Caretaker shrugged, leaning against their table with as much casualty as they could manage, “so, you needed my help with what, exactly?” they asked, not unkindly.

“Um,” their arms tightened, “i need- you help victims um, escape from their abu-abusers, right?”

Caretaker leaned forward with rapt attention, eyes sharpening as they drank in Whumpee’s quivering lips, tight posture, the way their nails picked at the fabric of their shirt. Caretaker never saw Whumpee at lunch, nor did they ever come to the employee hang-outs on weekends. Something forced the ever elusive Whumpee to come out of hiding. “Right,” they nodded, “I do.”

“Okay,” they nodded once, twice, “Yes, there was a case- Jorgie May, and her sister,” they picked furiously at a view loose threads, avoiding Caretaker’s eyes as their gaze darted across the office space. There wasn’t much to see.

Caretaker hummed agreement.

“Their mother,” their voice strained, throat bobbing as they forced the words out, “she was- erm- abusive,” their eyes suddenly found Caretakers, “how did-” they licked their lips nervously, “how did they get help?” What did they say to make people believe them? Was left unsaid.

Whumpee’s words lingered in the air for a moment as Caretaker considered, leaning closer as they dropped their voice to a whisper, “They gathered evidence, took pictures of their injuries, recorded arguments they had with their mother, things of that nature. One night their mother was drunk, so she took all of the evidence -and her sister- and went to the police,” they leaned out of Whumpee’s space, “bit hard to claim two malnourished kids covered head to toe in bruises were liars.”

Whumpee shuddered, squeezing their eyes shut as they exhaled forcefully.

“The fact the neighborhood didn’t have the highest opinions of their mother probably helped, as well,” they mused to themself.

“Thank you,” they whispered, “that’s-”

“A lot?” Caretaker suggested, eyebrow raised.

“Sure,” they shrugged, glancing at the door, “i should probably get going-”

A quiet knock interrupted Whumpee’s words as Whumper slipped in from the ajar door, “Ah,” they hummed, eyes narrowing, “Whumpee and… Caretaker. How curious.”

Not even a hello, “Hello, Whumper,” they greeted as smoothly as they could manage, “was there something you needed?” even then, their words were curt.

“There’s no need to be hostile, Caretaker,” they chastised with a frown, stalking further into Caretaker’s office, “I’m just here to collect my charge, I am responsible for them, you know,” their lips curled up, as if letting Caretaker in on a joke. Caretaker hated the look on them.

“Of… course,” Caretaker agreed, words sour, “is there any chance we could take a minute and chat?” and maybe, possibly, knock you over the head with a baseball bat?

“No, unfortunately,” they crooned with false pity, smiling sickly-sweet, “Whumpee and I have a meeting to attend, and we simply don’t have the time for any further conversations,” they spat the words, expression darkening as they grabbed Whumpee’s wrist and harshly pulled them up.

Whumpee, for their credit, didn’t yelp at the pull, even though they looked like one strong wind took knock them over. They grit their teeth, allowing themself to be pulled to Whumper’s side. Whumper curled an arm around their shoulder, looking painfully smug.

Caretaker wanted to wipe that look off their face.

“If that’s all, Whumpee and I really do have to be going,” they dragged Whumpee out the door, “it was lovely speaking with you, Caretaker.”

Can’t say the same for you, “Likewise.” They managed to spit out.

With one last smug smirk, they both disappeared behind the door, finally shutting closed with a click.

Caretaker only wished they gave Whumpee their number.

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kind of insane about this idea tbh. not sure what about it is so good but… ohh boy. wrote this in a span of two days, lightly edited. also let me know if anyone wants to be added to a taglist lol

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[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpuary 2024 Day 15

15. (Jan 29-31) You're safe / Aftermath / Touch starved 

cw aftermath of torture, conditioned whumpee, physical abuse, captivity

Whumper gently lays them on the bed, mindful of Whumpee’s bruised ribs and sprained ankle. Or maybe it’s broken—they can’t tell. All they know is that everything hurts and their vision is still blurry. But Whumper shushes them and pets their hair, wiping away Whumpee’s tears as they sob. 

“It’s okay, it’s all over now,” they coo. Whumper is always so sweet after their little sessions—it's disarming. “You did so good for me, angel.” 

They feel empty and utterly drained—they always do after Whumper is done with them. And the worst part is that Whumpee always ends up craving their touch. They should hate Whumper. But after hours of being tortured and humiliated in whatever ways Whumper feels like, all they want is to be held. To be praised. They let their eyes slip shut as they reach out for their captor, tugging them closer. 

“Aw, honey,” Whumper murmurs, lying down beside them and gathering Whumpee in their arms. “Rest, okay? You did so well tonight. You can sleep now, and I’ll be right here.” 

Whumpee sniffles as their cries begin to peter out, exhaustion overtaking them. They nuzzle their head into Whumper’s chest and take comfort in the affection, too tired to wonder what horrors Whumper has planned for them tomorrow.  

For now, they can sleep. 

taglist: @morning-star-whump

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno15 #aftermath #touchstarved #aftermath of whump #whump #whump writing #captive whumpee #physical abuse #whumpblr #conditioned whumpee #snippet

[nicolepascaline]

TW: blood

Whumpee is gathering up the scraps of themself off the floor, fingers shaking, tears pooling at the corners of their eyes, when they hear the door creak.

It was supposed to be over. For today. For a moment at least, the attention was supposed to be off them. The sounds of the party are still echoing from somewhere else in the house. The blood hasn't even dried yet.

A sob amost escapes and whumpee has to bite their lips, squint their eyes to keep from crying.

"S-sorry, I was, I thought--" No, they weren't supposed to think. Bad. Another choked sob. They should have just stayed where they were put.

And Caretaker stands in the doorway, heart pounding in their ears. Whumper's not a friend exactly, they wouldn't want to get on their bad side but--once Whumpees red, tear swamped eyes meet theirs it isn't a choice anymore.

#whump prompt #reluctant caretaker #whumpee #pet whump

[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 19: "Please don't." ♡

@febuwhump

Content: Insecure whumpee, self sacrifice

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“I’ll do it.”

Whumpee’s words create a shockwave in the team’s little meeting room. The way every set of eyes turns to them makes them cringe, but they do their best to appear confident.

“What?”

“You need someone to infiltrate Whumper’s place, right? Let them capture me. They won’t expect anything from me.”

It was a smart plan, and Whumpee could tell that Leader knew it. They were the smallest of the team; the youngest, the newest. Whumper wouldn’t see it coming.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Leader asks carefully. “You’ll have to fend for yourself in there.”

“I’m sure.” Whumpee has to prove themselves, to prove that they deserve to be in this group.

“Alright. We’ll send Whumpee in for a month. After that we’ll rescue them and hopefully they’ll have gathered something that can help us take Whumper down for good.”

The meeting ends soon after that and Whumpee hurries to find Caretaker, eager to tell them everything. But as Whumpee explains the plan, Caretaker only goes pale, their hands shaking as they put down their book and fix Whumpee with a horrified stare.

“I finally have a chance to prove myself,” Whumpee says, their brow furrowed. “You… You’re not happy for me?”

“Whumper’s going to hurt you. You realize that, right?”

Whumpee nods. They understand what kind of person Whumper is. They know they’re taking a risk by doing this, but that just makes it so much more important. Everyone will appreciate their sacrifice and they’ll finally feel like they deserve their place on the team.

“They’re ruthless. Evil,” Caretaker continues. “You can’t even begin to imagine the kind of shit they’ll do to you.”

“It’s only a month.”

“That’s a long time when you’re being tortured.”

“I’m doing this.”

“Please, don’t.” Caretaker’s eyes fill with tears, and a flash of guilt hits Whumpee before they shake it off.

Whumpee takes a step back, then turns to leave the room. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” they say over their shoulder. “Sorry.”

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Part 2

#whump #whump tropes #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #whump scenario #whumpee #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump day 19 #febuwhumpday19 #whump prompt #whump ideas #self sacrifice #team whump

[chiharuuu22]

Tonight, Whumpee feels better. Caretaker had just carried him to the family room, where all the team members were gathered in front of the fireplace. Caretaker placed some pillows on the couch to support Whumpee. Don't forget a comfortable blanket covering Whumpee's body from stomach to feet.

That night, everyone was happy. The Whumper, who could no longer bother them, had been subdued; no one died this time, and Whumpee, who had regained consciousness yesterday, finally returned to join them.

There's no talk of Whumper, strategy, or anything sad and emotional. Everyone just talks about trivial things like the best brand of hot chocolate or what soup to make in the middle of winter. Occasionally there is a debate, but it just melts away, and another debate starts again.

Whumpee didn't talk much from the start, and this time it was because he was still weak. However, if you look closely, Whumpee is observing his teammates with a happy face. His eyes sometimes glanced at parts of his friend's body that were covered in bandages or looked bruised. Despite this fact, the only one who was seriously injured was Whumpee.

Even though Whumpee doesn't talk too much, the team members always invite Whumpee to interact, and Whumpee responds happily.

In the middle of the conversation about cookies, Whumpee fell asleep. The team members honestly felt relieved to see his peaceful sleeping expression. There were no wrinkles on the forehead or groans of pain, just a deep sleep with even breathing.

For the first time, Whumpee didn't have nightmares. He woke up in the morning to find all the team members sleeping together, curled up in thick blankets, and spread across the sofa and soft carpet. Whumpee didn't see Caretaker, but when he smelled something delicious, Whumpee could tell that Caretaker was busy in the kitchen, something she always did.

Whumpee smiled and guessed what soup they would be having this morning. Caretaker's cooking is always delicious, and Whumpee likes it all.

#whumpee #whump #caretaker #caretaking #whump writing #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #comfort whump #recovery whump #whump comfort #whump fic

[chaotic-orphan]

A Month of Whump: Winter Whumperland Day 8 - John McClane

Russian roulette // forced to watch // held hostage

LISTEN DIE HARD IS MY FAVOURITE MOVIE AND THERE IS JUST SOMETHING ABOUT HOW HE IS ALWAYS COVERED IN BLOOD THAT GAVE SEVEN-YEAR-OLD-ME WHUMPERFLIES OKAY!!!

Also I know it’s late, but time is relative, okay?

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“I knew you’d come,” Whumper said with a smile, but Whumpee wasn't paying attention to Whumper. Instead their gaze was locked onto Caretaker who was being held by two of Whumper's henchmen behind where Whumper sat. Whumpee swallowed as they watched realisation dawn on Caretaker’s face. Black blood dried from his left nostril, caked and flaking down his lips. He had dark red bags under his eyes, that contrasted with his too pale face. A giant black bruise took up the bulk of his left cheek, his bottom lip split open.

He barely even looked like Caretaker anymore. Just a shell of who Caretaker was. It had only been two days… the guilt flooded Whumpee the moment Caretaker met their eyes.

“Whumpee no! No!” Caretaker yelled, wild green eyes angry and glaring helpless at Whumpee as he struggled against two of Whumper’s henchmen holding him. “I told you to run!”

“I couldn’t leave you here,” Whumpee said, voice quiet and cold, switching their gaze to glare at Whumper. “Not with them.”

“I do love a good reunion,” Whumper said, standing to greet Whumpee. Whumpee was stiff as Whumper walked towards them. Caretaker was anything but, struggling furiously in the corner his hands tied behind his back, the henchmen struggling to keep Caretaker down.

“Don’t touch them!” Caretaker growled, then suddenly threw his weight to the left and knocked one of the Henchmen into the wall. Caretaker was about to do the same when he saw Whumper grab Whumpee by the throat and slam them back against the wall.

Caretaker froze in place, half hunched ready to pounce on the other henchman but all he could do was look at Whumper’s hand around Whumpee’s throat.

Whumper glanced back at Caretaker knowingly, while Whumpee glared at Whumper and grabbed their wrist with both hands.

“Caretaker, do I have to explain to you again? Who holds the power here, do you need a demonstration old friend?”

“Whumper—”

Whumper sucked in a breath and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Wrong answer, Caretaker.”

“Wait, Whumper!”

Whumper blocked Caretaker’s view of Whumpee with his body, smiling down at Whumpee like this was a professional hazard.

Whumpee threw their body forward and got two inches of leverage before Whumper hummed and slammed them back, their head smacking off the wall.

“Whumper! Stop!”

Whumper’s right hook connected with Whumpee’s cheek and they cried out. Whumpee could still hear Caretaker’s struggles behind Whumper, even over the sound of their own as they tried to push Whumper off of them.

Another punch went to the bridge of Whumpee’s nose, then their jaw, then their lips and then again against their cheek. Whumper released Whumpee’s throat with the final punch and let Whumpee slid down the wall sideways, cradling a hand to their cheek.

He didn’t let Whumpee slide all the way down, grabbing them in the middle of their hoodie and half holding them up.

“Now, Caretaker, is that enough blood for you to learn your mistake or do we need more?”

“You’re a fucking bastard, Whumper!” Caretaker yelled, grunting with the effort trying to get free of the hands on him.

Whumper looked down at Whumpee apologetically. Then he grabbed Whumpee’s head and slammed it against his knee. Whumpee fell to the ground crying out and then gasped when Whumper slammed a foot on their ribs.

“Hurt me! Hurt me, not them!” Caretaker raged, helpless tears gathering behind his eyes. Whumper pressed his heel down harder on Whumpee’s ribs who blubbered, before turning their head as they gurgled a spit bubble of blood before spitting out a glob onto the floor. “Whumper please!”

“Ahh!” Whumper exclaimed happily, immediately taking his foot off of Whumpee’s chest and turning to face Caretaker. “There we go, and they say you can’t teach an old dog new manners.”

“Tricks—” Whumpee corrected, slowly getting to all fours.

Whumper turned and kicked Whumpee to the ground again without looking at them, instead drinking in Caretaker’s struggles.

“Mmm, I have some tricks, Caretaker. You’d know all about that wouldn’t you? I learned some of them from you after all,” Whumper said, something simmering behind the words, looking directly into Caretaker’s fury filled eyes. “Y’know, Whumpee, there was a time when Caretaker protected me this fiercely. A time before you came along.”

“It’s not Whumpee’s fault you turned into a psycho, Whumper.”

Whumper’s nostrils flared as he smiled. “Why, Caretaker, do you want to take the credit for it?”

Caretaker didn’t say anything, just stared at the face of his best friend and saw a stranger looking back at him. Whumper hmphed softly at Caretaker’s silence then turned back to Whumpee who was on all fours again.

Whumper leaned down and grabbed the back of Whumpee’s hoodie, dragging them to their feet with ease even as Whumpee struggled.

“That’s it, it’s alright, come on now, we’re going to play a game. That’s it, settle down now,” Whumper said shoving Whumpee down into a chair. Whumpee fixed their hoodie with a huff, wiping the blood from their nose on the back of their hand. They never took their eyes off Whumper as he walked around the small square table, only big enough to fit two people sitting at it. Whumper took the chair opposite Whumpee where he was sitting when Whumpee first arrived.

Whumper grinned at Whumpee when he finally sat down.

“God, you look so much like an old friend of ours,” Whumper said, looking over his shoulder at Caretaker. “Do you remember Friend? They always had that wildness to them, I only noticed now with the smeared blood and the murderous glint in your eyes. Caretaker was the one to put them down,” Whumper said turning his attention back to Whumpee and winking.

“I don’t care,” said Whumpee, voice cracking after being strangled. “Me for Caretaker, that’s the deal.”

“Whumpee—”

Whumper clicked his fingers in the air and wagged his finger at Caretaker’s protest. “Caretaker I swear to god I will gag you if you interrupt us again. Do you understand? The last word I want from you is yes or no.”

Caretaker let out a begrudging yes, and Whumper smiled again. “Good. Danny, can you get something to gag him with, I feel like we’ll need it before we are finished here.”

Whumper turned his attention to Whumpee again, a dazzling smile on his face as he interlocked his fingers on the table.

“Now, Whumpee. Your deal is a good one, however, I don’t like it because it’s only half good. Either I lose Caretaker or I keep Caretaker but that means I don’t one of you.”

“You can keep one of us though,” Whumpee argued.

Whumper smiled. “Yes. I know,” he replied calmly, then leaned forward, eyes twinkling with mischief. “But I have a better deal.”

Whumpee’s eyes flashed to Caretaker behind Whumper who shook his head before settling on Whumper again.

“Okay. What’s your deal?”

“My deal is far more favourable for both sides, Whumpee. I propose a game… a game of chicken you could say. If you win, I’ll let you and Caretaker go no strings attached.”

Whumpee’s heart pounded against their chest, hope fluttering it faster, harder, louder. They glanced at Caretaker again, whose suspicious eyes were focused on Whumper.

Whumpee swallowed. “And if you win?”

“If I win I get both of you.”

“No,” Caretaker said immediately. “No. Absolutely not, Whumpee walk away. Whumper—”

“Ah! Danny, just in time, shut Caretaker up would you?”

Whumpee stood up but a hand on each of their shoulders forced them to sit back down again. “Whumpee, don’t! Whatever it is don— argh— mmph!”

Whumpee shot up again but was forced back down and the chair pushed in further to the table keeping them sitting. The table edge pressed painfully against their ribs.

Whumper smiled at Whumpee. “Whumpee, I could just as easily take you both right now by force. You’re outnumbered. I could have killed you when you walked in the door but I didn’t, did I? Do you know why I didn’t Whumpee?”

Whumpee swallowed, eyes going back to Caretaker who huffed furiously around the gag.

“Because you’re a fucking monster?” Whumpee asked, raising their brows and dragging their gaze back to Whumper’s stupid smiling face.

“No. It’s because I invited you here for a negotiation in good faith. If you like we don’t have to play and I can just take you both—”

“No,” Whumpee said quickly at the same time Caretaker mumbled out something like a no behind Whumper.

Whumper smiled and sat back into his chair, smile turned smirk now. “So you agree to play then?”

“Yes,” Whumpee said again, not looking at Caretaker who cried out against the gag again.

“Good,” Whumper said. “Very good. Here’s the game.”

Whumper pulled out a revolver that Whumpee had only seen Whumper use once. Whumpee flinched back but didn’t go very far. Whumper grinned as he cocked the gun at Whumpee and Caretaker screamed and struggled with renewed energy against the Henchmen holding him back.

Whumper let out a soft laugh. “Just kidding. God, Caretaker, it’s so easy to rile you up.”

Whumper held the hammer and pulled the trigger before slowly lowering it until the gun wasn’t live anymore. Then he pushed his thumb against the ejector rod and took the round out of the chamber. Whumper then slowly turned the cylinder, and repeated this until all six bullets dropped rhythmically onto the table between them. The entire time Whumper kept eye contact with Whumpee, a soft smirk on his face as he watched Whumpee swallow back the lump in their throat.

“—umph—r—nn—” Caretaker screamed against the gag until the last bullet fell from the cylinder and into Whumper’s awaiting hand.

“You know this game Whumpee?” Whumper asked, cocking an eyebrow at Whumpee.

Whumpee’s throat was suddenly dry, so they swallowed again, before they replied nervously: “I thought you said we were going to play chicken.”

“A version of it,” Whumper said with a shrug. “Russian roulette. Caretaker, Friend and I used to play it all the time as kids.”

Caretaker had tired themselves out, now he stood limp in the hold of the henchmen, glaring daggers at Whumper. Even his stare didn’t have any real bite left to it. Whumpee looked at him with surprise written all over their face.

“Back when Caretaker was fun,” Whumper said, sliding one bullet back into the cylinder and spinning it with the palm of their hand before stopping it and sliding the cylinder back into place. Whumper grinned at Whumpee as he drew the hammer back, loading the chamber.

“I’m a good sport, Whumpee,” said Whumper handing Whumpee the gun. “You can go first.”

Whumpee went to grab the gun from Whumper but froze when they heard another gun cocking in the room. Whumper’s smile turned razor sharp.

“Just in case you get any ideas… if you try to kill me, Caretaker dies too.”

“I got it,” Whumpee said with an edge in their voice. Sick of all the threats Whumper had made in the last five minutes.

“Mmmm. Eager! Wonderful. I knew you’d be an interesting games partner.”

Caretaker cried out when Whumpee put the gun to their own head, swallowing hard. A shiver ran down Whumpee’s spine as they felt the weight of the gun in their hand.

If the shot was in the chamber they would be dead.

This would be it.

They never imagined they’d die from a stupid bet.

God this was so stupid, what were they doing?

Whumpee’s hand started to shake as the realisation slowly dawned on them. They looked at Caretaker who shook his head furiously at them, telling them not to do it.

Whumpee licked their lips trying to get some moisture back in their dry mouth enough to speak. “If I don’t do this, Whumper gets us anyways,” it was an explanation. An excuse that fell from their lips. “Thank you for everything.”

Caretaker cried out again when Whumpee pulled the trigger.

They let out the breath they were holding with a gasp as they dropped the gun to the table, trembling all over. Wild eyes went to Caretaker who had his eyes closed until he heard the gun clatter.

Whumper laughed and grabbed Whumpee’s shaking hands. “Look at that! That adrenaline spike, Whumpee! That’s how you know you’re alive. I barely get it anymore. Watch.”

As soon as the words left his lips, Whumper had the gun in his hand, while his other still held Whumpee’s and pulled the trigger without even blinking.

That stunned Whumpee more than their own turn had.

Whumper grinned and put the gun back on the table, then held out their hand. Whumpee’s eyes went down following Whumper’s movement but true to their word, not even a muscle twitched in Whumper’s hands.

“See why it’s fun now, Whumpee?” Whumper asked again, and Whumpee’s mouth went dry again, realising it was their turn. Again.

They had a one in four chance.

One in four.

25%.

Whumpee didn’t want to bet their life on the one in four chance that when they pulled the trigger they would die.

And yet, after seeing Whumper do it so casually, Whumpee found the familiar weight of the cool metal revolver in their hand once again. Caretaker mumbled out a pathetic “nnnuh” against the gag, but this time a strange calm overcame Whumpee as they pressed the barrel against their head.

They found Caretaker’s hopeless eyes and offered a smile.

“One in four. 25% chance I die, Caretaker. 75% chance I live.”

“Look at you, Whumpee,” Whumper cooed. “Playing the odds. I am so happy you decided to join me today. You are magnificent.”

Whumpee didn’t close their eyes this time.

They pulled the trigger.

The hammer shot against empty air and the recoil sent Whumpee’s hand back away from their head, letting their hand follow the movement to place the heavy hunk of metal onto the table.

“Safe again,” Whumper said, clicking his tongue against his teeth. Then he took the gun and Caretaker cried into the gag.

“-nuf! -umpr- s’enuf!”

Whumper paused this time. His eyes going to Whumpee but looking passed them.

“Someone take their gag off would you?”

Whumpee watched as someone drew the cloth down from around Caretaker’s lips and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Whumper stop this. Please. I can’t watch this. I can’t watch you die!”

Whumper didn’t move for a moment. “You mean Whumpee. You can’t watch Whumpee die.”

“I mean either of you,” Caretaker pleaded, voice genuine. “Please. Don’t do this.”

Whumper arched a brow at Whumpee. “Whumpee. Do you forfeit?”

“No,” said Whumpee. Whumper smiled.

“Sorry Caretaker. No can do.”

Whumper pulled the trigger.

Whumpee started forward, their entire body jerking at the sound. Whumper grinned at Whumpee and put the gun back on the table.

“What’re the chances Whumpee, eh?”

“Stop this! Stop! Whumpee! This is madness. It’s 50/50, you can’t logic your way out of that. Either you die or you don’t, please. Don’t. Whumpee please. Whumper! Listen to me, this is crazy.”

“I will gag you again, Caretaker. This is Whumpee’s decision.”

The words seemed so far away, muted from the blood drumming against Whumpee’s skull. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Fuck,” Whumpee breathed softly. Whumper’s eyes glistened when Whumpee raised their head to meet Whumper’s gaze. “You let me go first.”

“I let you go first,” Whumper repeated with a self-satisfied sigh. His grin grew to a knowing smirk, knowing this was how it would turn out all things going well. “You should have played the odds from the beginning Whumpee.”

Whumpee swallowed, eyes searching for something, something in the back of their brain. Some way they could still win, get Caretaker and themselves out of this.

Whumper let them go first. They were an idiot. The only way they could have won was to let Whumper go first, then if the game played out as it did and they came to the second last bullet Whumper would have had to stop the game and let Whumpee and Caretaker go.

Fuck!

FUCK!

Whumpee reached for the gun. Caretaker cried out. Whumpee savoured the look of surprise on Whumper’s face.

“Fifty-fifty,” said Whumpee, not trying to hide how bad their hand shook as they pressed the cool metal to their temple.

“Whumpee!”

“You’re bluffing,” Whumper said with a smile, but there was doubt behind his words. A game of chicken, Whumper had said. The game only really started when there was two rounds left unfired.

“Either I get free Caretaker and I, or I die and Caretaker—”

“Gets taken in by me,” Whumper said with a laugh. Whumpee narrowed their eyes at him. “Come on Whumpee, if you’re gone I have to take my anger out on someone.”

“You said we’re playing a game of chicken,” Whumpee argued. “If I pull the trigger and die then I didn’t lose.”

“Hmph,” Whumper mused, and maybe it was the crazy talking but Whumpee thought they sounded impressed. "If you're dead how would you know I'd keep my word?"

Whumpee narrowed their eyes and opened their mouth to reply, but Caretaker was the one to break the silence. “Whumpee, Whumpee look at me! Look at me!”

Whumpee fought to keep their gaze trained on Whumper’s face as he chewed on Whumpee’s words.

“Whumpee!”

Whumpee looked at Caretaker with sympathetic eyes. Caretaker had tear marks trailing down his cheeks which stirred up a wealth of guilt in Whumpee’s gut.

“Don’t you dare sacrifice your life for me.”

Whumpee swallowed, trying and failing to keep their voice even. “It’s my life—”

“If you do this and you die, you’re fine! What about me?! I’ll have to carry that guilt—”

“It’s my decision.”

“Really building the suspense here, Whumpee,” Whumper mused, “I’m on the edge of my seat. What a performance! You can pull that trigger now and die, or you can pull it and force my hand to let you both go. What’s worse Whumpee? Dying or living under my care again, hmm?”

Whumpee hesitated.

Whumper continued, “after all the lengths and hoops Caretaker had to jump through to get you out, you just walk back into my arms. Could you live with that guilt Whumpee?”

“Don’t listen to him, Whumpee,” Caretaker said. “He’s lying.”

Whumper’s smile was knowing as he spoke again, “we both know I’m not lying Whumpee. Caretaker’s fate was sealed from the moment he betrayed me, and he wanted you to be out. To be free from me. You come back here, you beat me at my own game you both walk free, the only thing holding you back from this happily ever after is that trigger there, with your index finger resting on it.”

“Whumpee don’t! Please. It’s not worth it.”

“Do it Whumpee. I know you want to.”

Whumpee’s hand moved faster than they thought it would as they aimed the revolver at the henchman with the gun on Caretaker. Whumper laughed at the turn of events as the henchman behind Whumpee grabbed the revolver and snatched it from their hand, keeping Whumpee restrained all the while.

“No! You fuck! Get off me—” Whumpee cried as the henchman handed the gun to Whumper. Whumper took the revolver in his hand with a small surprised laugh.

“I knew you had it in you Whumpee, but to be fair, I don’t think I would’ve pulled the trigger myself. Let’s see, shall we if you would have died or not.”

Whumper turned their body and pointed the revolver between Caretaker’s ear and the wall and squeezed the trigger. Caretaker didn’t flinch.

Whumpee did.

The chamber was empty.

The chamber was empty... Whumpee could have done it. They could have freed Caretaker, they could have freed themselves if only they had the fucking nerve of it.

“Whumpee,” Caretaker said. “It’s okay Whumpee. I wouldn’t have done it either, Whumpee. Whumpee?”

“Were they all empty?” Whumpee asked, voice blank and devoid of any emotion.

Whumper smiled. “Of course they weren’t. Watch.”

Whumper pulled the trigger again and this time Caretaker flinched and fell as the shot went off right at his ear, knocking his centre of balance off. Caretaker fell like a stone but was stopped by the Henchmen from falling flat on his face.

Whumpee started when they saw the blood trickle from Caretaker’s ear, furiously pawing at the henchman holding them back.

“You fucking dick!” Whumpee cried as Whumper reloaded his revolver whistling quite happy to himself. Whumpee twisted and turned and tried to get the arms holding them off so they could scratch Whumper’s eyes out of his stupid fucking skull.

When Whumper was finished loading the gun he checked the chamber and lowered it so Whumpee could see there was a round loaded before cocking the gun and pointing it at Caretaker’s head.

Whumpee immediately stilled and Whumper stopped whistling.

“There we go," Whumper cooed. His voice no longer jovial and mocking, but back to Whumper. The scary Whumper that had kidnapped Whumpee and tortured them everyday. The cold calculating monster. "You haven’t forgotten your training, of course, you’ll have to re-learn some of it, but I think this arrangement will be good for all of us. Something new.”

Caretaker was still half held up by the Henchmen on either side of him, face pale, eyes unfocused. He wouldn’t be able to move suddenly if he had to, and Whumpee was too tired to fight anymore, the adrenaline leaving their body in the same rush that it came with until Whumpee was deflated, body exhausted.

Whumper uncocked the gun, drawing the hammer up and clicking the safety on before holstering it again beneath his jacket. He walked around the table to where Whumpee was still held sitting on the chair and patted Whumpee’s cheeks lightly.

“No need to be a sore loser, Whumpee, you agreed to my terms. Fair is fair,” Whumper’s hand tightened on Whumpee’s cheeks tilting their head up to look Whumper in the eye. “I get you both. Bring Caretaker to the car, Whumpee’s coming with me and Danny here.”

One of the Henchmen handed Whumper an extra pair of handcuffs that he turned over in his hand and clicked open, grinning down at Whumpee. Whumpee was dragged to their feet, Whumper taking Whumpee’s wrist and slapping the metal cuff around their wrist until it bit into Whumpee’s skin. Whumper turned Whumpee until their back was to him and tightened the other cuff unkindly tight.

To add insult to injury, Whumper pulled on the taut chain yanking Whumpee back unbalanced into Whumper’s chest.

The perfect place for Whumper to whisper: “can’t have you running away again, can I?”

Whumpee remained stubbornly silent.

“Whumpee, come on now, the silent treatment? Maybe I should get you a leash and a collar, like a dog so you won't be able to run, hmm? You know, this little game of ours is only drawn even now.”

Whumpee stilled at the words. “What?”

“I’ll explain on the way to the car,” Whumper said, pushing Whumpee forward to walk out the door, hand on Whumpee’s upper arm forcing them on. “I’m an easy man to please, Whumpee. I like to be entertained. That’s why I got you, you were so malleable and vulnerable. You hung onto every word I said just because I gave you attention…”

Whumpee bristled at the reminder of how they were before they met Whumper but stayed quiet, allowing Whumper to finish his little Villainous, victory speech.

“Now could I have chosen someone else? Yes, but they wouldn’t have the brain you had Whumpee. I could tell you were like me from the moment I laid eyes on you, and today has proven it. You were bored with life before me, and you needed something to entertain you. Something to fight against, something to live for.”

“So I took you. We have our fun, but you beat me. You and your clever little cunning brain found a way to defeat me, you used my best friend's kindness against me and you managed to escape.”

“That wasn’t a game,” Whumpee hissed, “you were torturing me.”

“And wasn’t it so fun? I bet you’re just dying to see what I have in store for you now, but our Russian roulette makes us even. I guess you could say that this is the start of our third game together; two worthy opponents, battling it out against each other. Except this time,” Whumper said opening the boot of the car and shoving Whumpee in. Whumpee landed awkwardly on their shoulder, hands restrained uselessly behind them as they stared up at a grinning Whumper.

“This time, I don’t have a friend you can use against me. They’ll be right there with you, a new contender. Extra fun. Aren’t you excited, Whumpee? Maybe this time the roles are reversed and now I have a friend I can use against you. Get comfortable, I've moved my little estate and bought some land in the country. It's going to be a long, long ride.”

Before Whumpee could reply Whumper slammed the boot closed and they were buried in darkness. The sound of the empty chamber firing no bullet replaying in their mind like a broken record.

"Caretaker," Whumpee whispered into the darkness, "I'm so sorry."

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The dull sound of crunching gravel beneath someone’s shoes can be heard from inside the long-since crashed car. The Caretaker takes raspy breaths as they lay in the driver’s seat, having floated in and out of consciousness for the last few hours, each time feeling like a gracious reprieve from the pain of their injuries. They barely register that their door opens beside them until the dim orange streetlight above them is eclipsed by the shadow of the person that opened it. The Caretaker looks up and sees the all-too-recognizable silhouette of the Whumper. The Whumper leans an arm against the car and looks inside the vehicle. They don’t find what they’re looking for and bang their fist and forearm against the totaled car in frustration. Their reaction elicits a small smile from the Caretaker. “Lost your luggage?” the Caretaker says. The Whumper rubs a hand over their face to find their composure before leaning down. The Caretaker smiles with their face bloodied all the way down to their teeth. “Or just your cool?” The Whumper grabs the Caretaker by the front of their neck, something that would have hurt on any day of the week but does even more so with the Caretaker’s injuries. The Whumper squeezes them roughly before letting them go. The Caretaker coughs painfully as they gather their breath again, taunting the Whumper when they finally can: “They’re miles away by now,” they say about the escaped Whumpee. “There’s no bringing them back.” The Whumper pauses for a moment before they grab the Caretaker again, this time by the front of their coat with their fists and yank them entirely out of the car. The Caretaker’s whole body screams out in pain as they hit the ground, and they hear the Whumper say as they get dragged away by their powerful grip: “Not unless there’s someone to come back for.”

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[mj-iza-writer]

This was definitely supposed to be posted a few days ago. So let's pretend that that happened and not on Thanksgiving day. Ugh!

"Mister, Caretaker, sir", Whumpee gently knocked on the office door.

"Yes Whumpee", Caretaker smiled cheerfully at them, "how can I help you?"

"Um I'm sorry to bother you, but, I-I have a question", Whumpee pulled at their sleeves.

"Okay, absolutely come in. You're not bothering me", Caretaker leaned up to their desk, "you can take a seat if you like", they offered.

Whumpee timidly walked up to the desk, and stood.

"That works to", Caretaker smiled.

"I keep hearing about this Thanksgiving thingy, and your spouse is talking about all of these foods and plans. But, what is Thanksgiving again, I don't remember it", Whumpee looked down.

"It's when people gather around the people they love, its a time to be thankful for the things we may have and the people in our lives. Some have a harder time then others during this time of year though, so it can be hard for some", Caretaker looked at Whumpee sadly, "do you remember any time before Whumper when you may have celebrated Thanksgiving?"

"No sir, not really. What do we do during the celebration?", Whumpee looked at them.

"Well, everyone is a little different, of course. For our house, we have family members come over, and we spend the day together. There's often a football game on, and we watch the parade in the morning. The kitchen is very busy all day as we all help cook, and then when everything is prepared, we gather around and eat our meal", Caretaker thought for a second, "everyone coming over is safe for you to be around as well, no one will try to harm you. They are excited to meet you."

"You mean I get to be part of your Thanksgiving", Whumpee almost jumped in excitement.

"Yes of course, our family is very happy to have you join us", Caretaker smiled, "like I said everyone is safe to be around, and if you need me, I'll be close by for you."

"Hmm", Whumpee thought, "I remember now, there was a time Whumper tied me up and left me in their closet. I could hear a lot of people downstairs, and the smell of the house made me hungry", Whumpee frowned, "I don't know what day that was though, but I spent that night hoping for just a bite of the yummy smelling food."

"Whumpee I'm sorry that you had to go through that. Did you ever get any of the yummy smelling food?", Caretaker sighed.

"No sir, although they did give me butter on my bread, and some milk. I was thankful for that", Whumpee smiled.

"Well, you will definitely have plenty of food, my spouse and our family love to cook", Caretaker smiled, "I on the other hand burn water, so I get ushered out of the kitchen fairly often."

"I'm excited sir, I can't wait to smell everything, and know I can eat some of it as well", Whumpee exclaimed, "what foods will be there?"

"All kinds, plus all kinds of dessert as well", Caretaker promised.

"Sweets", Whumpee almost jumped.

"Yes, pies, cakes, cookies, you name it", Caretaker smiled as Whumpee grew more and more excited.

"And I really get to be part of this Caretaker?", Whumpee looked at him, for a moment they got serious, "you really mean it?"

"Yes, I am being very serious, but you need to promise me one thing", Caretaker looked at them.

"Okay?", Whumpee looked at them.

"During the day, we need to do check-ins. There will be a lot going on, and you may get overwhelmed. So throughout the day, I may stop you and make sure you are okay. If there is a moment you feel overwhelmed, you can get me, or even my spouse", Caretaker explained, "my office here and your bedroom will be our safe zones, so off limits to others. If you need to take a breather or have a rest away from other people, those will be the places to do so. Does that sound okay?"

"Yes Caretaker", Whumpee smiled.

"Okay, that's good. This will be your first big event after your rescue, so you could get overwhelmed, at any point feel free to step away. Even if you can't find me, or my spouse, go to those safe zones. We will probably come to check on you soon after", Caretaker stood.

"Let's go see if they need any help. There is a lot of planning that goes into the meal and the long weekend", Caretaker started to walk to the door, and they both went to the kitchen.

"Aww there you are", Caretaker's spouse looked up and smiled at Whumpee "where have you been?"

"Oh we've been in my office for a few minutes talking about Thanksgiving", Caretaker grinned, "you know this will be their first Thanksgiving in a long time, they are very excited."

Caretaker's spouse smiled, "well I have a job for Whumpee, if you are up to it", they looked at Whumpee.

Whumpee eagerly nodded.

"I need two official taste testers", the spouse smiled, "Caretaker always helps with that job, but I think Whumpee will be able to help this year."

"How do you do that?", Whumpee looked at Caretaker, then at their spouse.

"Well you take a taste of something that we've made, and if you say yum right away, we know it taste good", the spouse smiled.

"It's really fun", Caretaker smiled.

Whumpee almost had stars in their eyes, "okay."

"It's just small bites, we don't want you to be to full before the meal", Caretaker smiled, "this way, you will also know what to load up on your plate."

"Let's do a practice round", Caretaker's spouse suggested, "I just finished these pies, let's taste these and see which is our favorite."

Once the pies were served, they started to taste them.

"Ooh, I really like this one", Caretaker pointed, "what do you think Whumpee, which one donyou like."

"Can I say I like them all", Whumpee talked with their mouth full.

"You can absolutely say that", Caretaker's spouse smiled, "I think I like them all to."

Caretaker looked up, "Yep, they're all amazing."

"Alright these are all on the menu for Thanksgiving", Caretaker's spouse smiled, "let the feast begin."

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