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#Whumper is Alan blunt I don’t make the rules
whumper-boi · 3 years
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Caretaker glared from their seat, where they were handcuffed to the table.
Whumper looked them over, flicking away a Ciggarette butt in the process. “I’ll give you one more time, Caretaker. Where. Is. Whumpee?”
“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” They spat, refusing to let the other person intimidate them.
Whumper growled, grabbing them by the front of the shirt. “I’m trying to make this easy for you. Give it back, and I’ll think about letting you live a peaceful life.”
“Whumpee isn’t an it, asshole. They have feelings, and thoughts-“
“They’re a monster.”
“They have fucking wings and claws!” Caretaker was losing their patience. The way they talked about their amazing friend filled them with harsh bouts of rage. “That’s not a monster, they’re just different!”
Whumper raised an eyebrow. “Until they decide to hurt someone.”
That would never happen. “They wouldn’t!”
Whumper let out a chuckle, walking over and patting them on the shoulder. “It would only take a phrase or two.”
A phrase? As in… conditioning?
Whumpee had hardly mentioned the things that happened when they were in Whumper’s lab, but from what they’d gathered?
“What- what did you do to them? What did you do?!”
A series of beeps were heard, and Whumper looked down at their phone, grinning. “Well Caretaker, you’re about to find out.”
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