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Welcome to the Lab - Operation Valkyrie (Part 2)

MASTERLIST - PART 1

It's here!! I know female whumpees aren't everyone's cup of tea but personally I much prefer writing from a female point of view - and I don't write noncon so it doesn't make any difference for me. But given it is a squick for a lot of people, I won't be tagging anyone in this anymore until you ask me to add you to my taglist so I know I'm not making you uncomfortable! Thanks for the support on this series so far.

CWs: female whumpees, medical equipment, IVs, capture, needles, laser torture, mention of kidnapping and drugging

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The moment their charge fell unconscious, the people in the van acted. Four of them went to the front of the van and slid up the secret door to reveal a large, coffin-like object with a see-through lid. They lifted the lid up, and those around the gurney lifted untied Valkyrie and disconnected the tube from the IV pole, lifted her up and carried her over to the coffin object, where they placed the unconscious young woman inside it. The IV in her arm was then connected to a small hole in the inside side of the box. A button beside the hole was pressed, and then clear liquid began to flow through the IV into Valkyrie’s veins. An oxygen mask was placed over her mouth and nose, the tubing was attached to a larger hole in the box, and then the supplementary oxygen was supplied to Valkyrie’s lungs. Finally, the lid of the box was closed, the people in the van piled into the small secret part of the van, and the secret door slid down to the floor, closing them and their capture inside. They were now ready to begin their journey.

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Valkyrie slowly blinked into consciousness. The sky was blindingly white. She groaned softly; she must have left her window open before she went to bed. She started to sit up, but clutched her forehead as movement sent pain stabbing through her skull. Her vision swam. Slowly, she sat up and swung her legs over to the side, where she massaged her temples for a moment, and finally pulled herself to her feet. What she saw around her nearly made her knees buckle. She wasn't in her bedroom. She wasn't even in a place she'd ever seen before. She was in a strange room, with sleek white floors and walls, and the only furniture was a white, prison-style toilet, a white sink, a white shower, and the white bed she had slept on. The bed itself was comprised of a lumpy mattress, with only a mattress cover and a thin white sheet on top. It didn’t look very much like a hospital - if that was what it was. Valkyrie look down at herself to find that she was wearing a hospital gown and metal cuffs around each of her wrists and ankles, with a black screen that ran across each of them. It seemed that they were a strange mix of a smartwatch and handcuffs. If this was a hospital, it certainly wasn’t a typical public hospital - most hospitals didn’t put their patients in handcuffs, even if these ‘handcuffs’ didn’t connect to each other. She drew a shaky breath, then stepped over to the reinforced steel door that stood on the opposite wall. Pushing all of her body weight up against the door revealed that it was locked. Why on Earth would I be locked in a hospital room? Valkyrie wondered. A loud slam from beyond the room pulled her from her thoughts. She backed herself into the corner of the room, as far away from the door as she could possibly manage, with her hands grasping the sleek walls as if she could somehow pull them towards her to shield herself from her present reality. Fear crawled in her stomach like maggots as footsteps began thudding down the hall, getting closer and closer to her room. A split second later, the door swung open. Two figures in black guard uniforms burst into the room and headed straight towards Val. Before she could even react, they grabbed her by the arms and began dragging her towards the door. They guided her outside, where they lifted her up onto a gurney parked in the hallway outside the room. She tried to fight them off, but exhaustion and confusion made her slow to react, and the guards were too strong. They pulled straps up from underneath the gurney, and wrapped them around her, restraining her to it. 

“Wait! Stop!” Valkyrie cried. “Let me go, what are you doing? Where am I?!” 

She had no idea who these people were, or where she was, or what was happening. She might be willing to comply, if only someone would give her some answers. But the guards didn’t say a word, they just began wheeling the gurney down the hallway. The hall was just as bright and void of darkness and colour as Valkyrie’s room had been. Fluorescent light after fluorescent light passed by overhead as she was wheeled down the hall. She quickly grew too tired to keep struggling and lay limp in the restraints. They reached an elevator, which the guards wheeled her into before joining her. The elevator doors slid shut, and a few seconds later, they opened again into an almost identical hallway. Valkyrie was wheeled down the hallway and around the corner before it stopped in front of a set of heavy double metal doors. The doors were pushed open, and Valkyrie was wheeled inside. The room she was placed in held a plethora of cold white laboratory equipment. A large, thinly padded white table appeared to be suspended from the ceiling in the centre of the room, which ran through the centre of a large white ring structure, which was then attached to various white appendages, all of which were angled towards the table. The room was brightly lit with cool white lights, and filled with screens displaying medical information, and counters that held various tools and devices. All around the table, five people stood, wearing white lab coats over their blue scrubs. The two guards placed Val’s gurney beside the metal table and proceeded to remove the restraints holding her down. She didn’t have a chance to resist before she was lifted up onto the table. The guards swiftly pinned her down, causing her heart to pound harder in her chest. One of the scientists stepped forward, holding a small remote in their hand. They pressed a button, and Valkyrie’s wrists and ankles were tugged down harshly by an invincible force. It took a second for her to realise, but the cuffs she was wearing had been magnetised to the table. The magnets were strong, too strong for her to pull her wrists away. The other scientists pulled out large straps from underneath the table, and quickly tied the rest of her body down with extra restraints. When the scientists and guards pulled back less than five minutes later, she was helplessly immobile. She was pinned in place at her wrists, upper arms, upper chest, calves, ankles, neck and forehead. She let out a whimper.

“Hush.” said one of the scientists, stepping forward. She had mid-length dark brown hair, swept back from her face into a low ponytail, with hard grey-green eyes that glinted with something that made Valkyrie’s blood run cold. 

“Please, I - just tell me why I’m here. Please don’t hurt me.” Valkyrie begged as tears began to form in the corners of her eyes.

“You are at the National Pet Research Organisation. I’m sure you’ve heard of our sibling organisation, Human Pet Providers or HPP? Well, you’ve been selected for a program at NPRO, where we test devices, serums and methods for both the training and daily household use on pets.” The woman explained.

Valkyrie had heard of HHP before, but she’d mostly been able to exist in peaceful ignorance of their growing presence, until now.  “B-but…  You kidnapped me!” She realised suddenly. “You had that person kidnap me, and then you killed him, just so you could take me! You won’t get away with that.”

“Oh, but we don’t need to. HPP’s processes were regarded as cruel at first, yes, but they now have the government’s full support. Therefore, so do we at NPRO. We can do whatever we like with you.” The scientist smirked.

Fear pooled in Valkyrie’s stomach. Before she could respond, another scientist stepped forward.

“Right, shall we get started now, Doctor Clarke?” he asked the scientist beside him.

The woman’s face split into a wide grin. “Yes, we shall.”

The guards left the room, letting the heavy metal doors slam shut behind them. The scientists put on medical-grade face masks and snapped on nitrile gloves, making them appear more like emotionless, clinical monsters than people. They swarmed around Valkyrie like a pack of hungry wolves. First, they manoeuvred the metal arms above the table so that they pointed down at her. Each arm seemed to have a different purpose, one resembled a camera; it blinked and swivelled around several times, the next one was an X-ray machine, and the final one was some other kind of scanner. She stayed still and silent the entire time, too afraid of what they would do to her if she resisted, but she allowed her mind to spiral into thoughts of escape. I could break free when they untie me. No, there’s too many of them…

Valkyrie watched as the scientists put the metal arms above her back in their places. The figures then began setting out sharp, vicious-looking tools, each more terrifying than the last. Doctor Clarke picked up a small pair of scissors, and Valkyrie instantly tried to pull away, despite the fact that she knew it was useless because of the restraints. The woman was easily able to hold Valkyrie still as she snipped a lock from Valkyrie’s hair, then trimmed one of her fingernails. Both samples were placed in bags and labelled. The other scientists busied themselves with putting the samples away and preparing other tools and equipment. 

Doctor Clarke picked up an empty syringe with tubing attached to it from the tray beside her and held the sharp-tipped instrument up to the fluorescent light. “Doctor James, tourniquet please.” 

The man whom Doctor Clarke had spoken to picked up the small blue rubber strip and neatly tied it around Valkyrie’s upper arm. Doctor Clarke held the syringe close to Valkyrie’s arm and began prodding the skin, trying to find a vein. 

“No, no, stop, what are you doing?! Don’t come near me with that!” Valkyrie cried out. She had been too scared to protest until now, but the needle was too much for her to handle.

The corners of Doctor Clarke’s mouth turned down. “We’re going to need a gag, Doctor James. The Subject’s consistent whining is driving me mad. I need it to be quiet.”

“Right away, Doctor Clarke.” Doctor James replied as he stepped away from the table.

“Subject?! It?! No, this is wrong, you can’t do this to me! Let me GO!” Valkyrie screamed, thrashing against her restraints with renewed vigour. She could feel the adrenaline rushing through her. “You can’t! You can’t keep me here for your sick little experiments!”

Doctor James returned, clutching in his hand, a black leather contraption which he passed to Doctor Clarke. 

“Please don’t..” Valkyrie gasped, her throat hoarse from screaming. 

The scientists swarmed around her, grabbing her thrashing limbs and pinning them down to the frigid table. Gloved hands held her head in place and forced open her mouth, and the bit of the gag was shoved inside. They closed her mouth and strapped the gag around her head, before stepping back. Doctor Clarke moved forward with the syringe. Valkyrie lay helpless, restrained to the table, tears cascading down her face around the gag that muffled her screams. 

“I’m afraid you’ll find I very much can do this, and I will. Nobody is going to stop me. In fact, they’ll thank me, because this is valuable scientific research. Welcome to your new life, Subject 0492.”

Valkyrie was forced to accept her fate. She stayed still as the scientists drew her blood, then proceeded to examine her and prod her all over with their gloved hands and metal tools.  Tears continued to pool in her eyes, and occasionally she let out a muffled sob from beneath the gag. Finally, she thought they had finished. But she was wrong. The intimidating woman named Dr Clarke adjusted the final one of the robot arm-like structures above the bed so that it was angled down at the inside of Valkyrie’s arm. When Dr Clarke turned the machine on, a beam of blue light shone from it directly onto Valkyrie’s skin. Instantly, the pain was there. It felt like her skin was on fire. And that’s when she realised it was a laser. The scream that was suppressed by the gag turned into an animalistic grunt of pain. The smell of her own burning flesh filled her nostrils, and she had to swallow the bile that was creeping up her throat to avoid choking on the resurfacing contents of her stomach. She squirmed uselessly in her restraints, begging silently to get away from the pain. Her vision was blurring, she could see white, shapeless figures passing in front of her field of view. She desperately tried to reach out to someone, she wasn’t even sure who, for help, but she belatedly realised she was still strapped down to the table.  Another wave of pain hit her arm and rose over her like a strong current. She gave in and let the fiery agony drag her under, into the darkness. 

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PART 3

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Whump Prompts 130: Lab Whump Aesthetic

CW: lab whump (obviously), blood, self-harm, psychological/emotional whump, magic whump

The lab rat uniform: loose, drab, hanging on whumpee's frame like it doesn't feel comfortable there

Bloodstained, soiled clothing, the result of experimentation

Whumpee left naked in their cell as their uniform is washed

Whumpee arriving at the lab facility as a new subject and realizing that whumper will be experimenting on them, not with tools and drugs, but with dark magic

Inhuman whumpees losing whatever shreds of humanity they might have had as time and experiments continue and they're treated more and more like animals

Or, conversely, inhuman whumpees that become more human and exhibit more human emotions as they're mistreated

Whumpee forgetting their own name because they're only referred to by a subject number

Disorientation from drugs/experiment aftermath

Whumpee's sleep, the only time they're alone, being disrupted by nightmares about what's been done to them

Or, a whumpee who's never left alone, always watched, always under observation of some kind

Whumpee's skin slowly turning into a scarred, chaotic mess from cuts/syringes/injections, etc.

Whumpee seeing their own distress and pain mirrored in the glimpsed faces of other lab rats in the facility

Whumpee learning to see themself as nothing but a test subject

Bandages, sterile gauze, sterile lights, sterile everything

Whumpee being overwhelmed when they catch a glimpse of life outside the lab when visitors arrive

Waking up after an experiment, seeing bloodied instruments and wondering groggily what terrible thing whumper could have done to them now

Learning to damage their own body to foil whumper's plans

Whumpee becoming desensitized to whumper's drugs and needing higher and higher doses for them to work

No longer recognizing their own body after recovering from whumper's last experiment

Whumper leading lab rat whumpee to a mirror, after intentionally keeping them away, and letting them see how pathetic they've become

Or, whumpee looking in a mirror and realizing that whumper has turned them into a monster

Whumpee deciding that it's too late for them and they might as well embrace what they've become

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Keeping It Close To The Chest Pt 1

Edited 12/25/23 ~~ Here's Part Two ~~

Part Three Part Four

I devoured the Damian Wayne and Danny Fenton are Twins tags and had to make something of my own to add. This is my first fanfic I've decided to post. I'm much more familiar with the DP side of things but I gave it my best shot. Hope this brings joy anyway. If I decide to post this on A03 I will have it beta'd since I made this in like four parts and then wove them together so the flow may not always be there whoopps.. but for now I just wanted to share this with all you!

TW/CW: Medical experimentation and trauma, parental abuse/neglect, wound description, blood-ectoplasm and human, death (it's danny, he's the culprit lol will apply to Jason too if I add to this), body horror (to be safe), PTSD and flashbacks, childhood trauma and abuse, dehumanization

If I missed a tag/warning please let me know! I've never been an extensive tagger so i tried real hard to get everything, but I am human and could've missed something. Much love, stay safe.

~Ren

He had to keep moving. He could still hear their screams of rage ringing in his ears. Faster, he had to be faster. His blind panic had created an opportunity, a sliver of hope Danyal was determined to twist to his advantage. He was limping forward on uncertain legs. His vision swayed with the movement, and he fought to keep upright. His chest was on fire, Danny pressed his hands tightly to the wound there in a desperate attempt to keep his organs from spilling out like confetti. He kept his arms tucked close and rounded his shoulders to try and keep his torso still while he moved quickly through the empty streets of his once home. His chest was by far injured the worst, but he had paid no mind to the others. If he dared to stop, he would fully die.

Even in his human form, Danny just knows he's leaving a glowing blood trail behind him, the ectoplasm burning into the ground behind him. Whatever side of his transformation his body was currently showing it didn't matter, he was simultaneously both, always. The trail was evidence he transformed due to necessity, he became so durable after dying that it took a lot to hurt him. Danny risked a glance down and paled further. The green he spilled as Phantom mixed with red. A fucked up corrosive bread trail right to him. He was sure he truly was in deep shit. He just had to get to his go bag. Over time with his parent's inventions getting more dangerous the more Danny had to think about putting into motion The Great Escape.

Anything important he had always kept hidden, but Danny had taken everything out of his room once he had died the second time, and Danny was grateful for the convenience to be able to phase things into walls, floors, ceilings. It made his things pretty secure; no human could find it and any ghost that came through was too focused on their obsession or fighting him to go on a treasure hunt for his hidden things.

Danny's willful ignorance of his body as he stumbles farther from FentonWorks doesn’t stop the slight burn of his ectoplasm against the edges of his wounds and the tatters of his hazmat suit pulling on the scabbing blood or the smell. Ancients the smell. It’s rancid, he hasn’t been able to cycle it properly without his normal supply of fresh ectoplasm from the Zone. Only provided in small bursts when his parents wanted to see how his body healed with and without ectoplasm. He can feel the whispers of his terror, anger, grief that’s flowing through his blood.

He had been overconfident way back when he had threatened Vlad with exposing his secret. He had thought they'd love him despite having kept his halfa status from them, he hadn't been prepared for the distrust, the hatred, the way they moved farther and farther from thought out experiments to revenge. Danny knows Maddie and Jack still see him as the quiet, shaken child so desperate to be good, craving acceptance by the eccentric family that took him in when they look at him. If Danny had to guess they had been so blinded in their rage to even realized it was their machine, their failure that made him this way. Now they really did want him dead.

He’s whole somehow, despite their best effort, he just needs time. Ancients, He’s not exactly the monster they pictured, but He's not human... He’s whole.

The thought tastes bitter and Danny strangles it before it can expand. He must be focused. Taking a measured breath Danny turns down a familiar alley, he goes intangible with a slight twinge in his core, slipping into the bathroom of Nasty Burger. He’s done this so many times the familiar path brings comfort, reassurance. Like maybe things will start to turn for the better. Making his way over to the stall Danny debated whether it was worth climbing the toilet or floating up there. No, it was better to grit his teeth and bare it. There were only three containers of ectoplasm in his bag, he needed to preserve what strength he had. He would soon have no way to access the Zone for a refill.

Danny took one hand and placed it on the wall before careful stepping up. Lifting his leg had sent waves of pain across his nerves but with a grunt he leveraged himself up. His vision went black at the edges, he was dizzy, and bile clawed at the back of his throat. Danny took a few breaths, while he might not need to breathe, he’s been human longer than not, and well.. he’s only half ghost so the habit carried over to when he's Phantom. Danny was immensely grateful for his time in the League, the training was brutal, he still has nightmares about dying the first time but.. he did learn how to survive in situations that if he was truly a Fenton, would've killed him many times over. As Danny was Danyal Al Ghul Fenton, he always had back up plans. His Mother had been heavy handed with those lessons.

It was painful to think about Talia. She had been Grandfather’s favored child and the weight of his expectations of his grandsons was enforced by her. Lessons or punishment, very rarely praise was given to Danny by his Mother's hand. Each milestone was meticulously observed and reported back, doubly so for their failures. Tiny bodies with too big of weapons, green and blue eyes, a face mirroring his own but twisted in determination, competition. His older brother, his twin. They were inseparable, until they weren't.

Danny's core throbs in his chest, he wanted to shy away from the thought, yet the inconsolable part of him screams at the injustice of being the only one to escape their Grandfather. If only Danny could've proven himself, perhaps his brother would've had a chance to leave in his stead, but Danny knows just how much he was lacking in comparison to his brother, and it was their skill, or lack thereof in Danny's case, that sealed their fates. Danny was able to avoid Ra's overseeing eyes when they moved off the failure of a Spare and homed in on his true Heir. The grandson who took to their lessons like a duck in water. Deathly beautiful, Danny used to think as he watched his brother dance and fly through his training. Talia couldn't defy Ra's orders but if she just.. misplaced.. the Spare that was abandoned, well, no one has come for him yet.

Danny knows she loved him, somewhere hidden, deep inside his Grandfather's perfect pet assassin. She loved him enough to send him away when it became clear Ra’s saw no need in the Spare that was no longer needed, she had loved him when she had beaten him and left mortal wounds-their only chance to fool Grandfather, she loved him when she had given him his packed bag and left him outside that orphanage in Chicago with lazarus water raging in his veins, and she loved him when she told him to forget.

Forget about the League her and his brother, his family.

With brief tight squeeze to his small shoulder her she told him if he was in danger to find Bruce Wayne and then Talia Al Ghul was gone and Danyal-just Danyal now- was left truly on his own for the first time ever.

Danny was definitely in danger now; his situation was grave and despite everything the pun brought a small smile to his face. He couldn’t go back home to the Fenton's. He tries to forget how he froze in his surprise when he realized his parents didn’t take his reveal as Phantom as well as they had let on. They had smiled and stalled until they had found a way to contain him. By then it was too late, he had gotten too complacent in his run on a normal life.

Only after Ancients knows how long he had been resisting, pleading, screaming-I’m still Danny, it hurts mom please, I’m still me, Dad I’m alive- did Maddie find his core. Too tired to move it away from her gaze any longer and when her fingers brushed it the wave of mind-numbing terror exploded out of him. Something must've been on her gloves because his core burned. It ripped a wail from his throat while he writhed on the table. Ice responded like it never was taken from him by the anti-ghost restraints.

Danny could still distantly feel the ghostly ice that had trapped them in place and shattered his restraints under the pressure the frozen water bursting into existence. Even trapped in his ghost ice they were steadily working on getting out and would be on the hunt for him again soon. He wouldn't allow them to catch him again.

The mere idea they’d be on their way already spurred Danny back into action. Slipping his hand into the wall he grabbed the strap and pulled his bag out, careful to keep it weightless, and slid off the toilet and back down to the floor. He hasn't seen his dagger in months, it hurt too much to practice without Dami, his other half. Here it is though, innocently tied to his bag and his gaze traced it lovingly, before searching inside the biggest pocket for his first aid kit. He didn't have time for stiches, so he reaches for the butterfly bandages and starts to pull the skin together before securing it. It's really the first proper look he gets, it's... unsettling at the very least, horrifying, to see a wound reserved for autopsies on his chest.

The Y incision is inflamed and still bleeding so he carefully follows its path until he's done. Grabbing gauze, he starts to reinforce pad, wrapping a roll of bandages around to hold everything in place. Danny bites his lip and thinks for a moment, he will need stitches, he's been wounded enough in this half-life to know that. The likelihood for his work to stay in place while he flies is less than he'd like. Making a decision and with a mental shrug he takes an ectoshot from the smaller pocket and stabbed it into his thigh before pressing the depressor. Pure energy zapped through his system hard, angerly surges to settle in his chest. Feeling a bit better but more.. wired Danny takes a second to calm. Steeling himself he tries to nudge his core, it responds in a weak pulse.

Danny's body protests, he can feel his muscles shred and reform, his bones twist like taffy, his organs melt together before settling to form his ectobody. It's all over in a flash of bright light, yet the pain felt endless. Overwhelming in its intensity but gone just as quickly as it came leaving Danny sweaty and panting. Transforming injured was tricky, he had to carefully picture where the bandages were, so he didn't lose all his hard work.

Confusion settled as a fog, clinging to his thoughts, making them murky. His hands were covered in blood, his body hurt, and he couldn't quite remember why, there was a siren coming closer. Everything in him screamed to run, to escape, but his hunters were too close now, freed from his ice to kill him fully. On instinct Danny's nails grew to claws, ripping into space to create a portal. He was weak, always had been, but he was good at running, hiding away in the shadows. Ghost was once a name of his, a proud title, not just what he is now.

Just as the doors burst open in a teal and orange blur Danny dove into the swirling green and hoped Clockwork was watching so at least someone knew things had exploded here in Amity. He hasn't needed to be on his own like this since after Jazz first saw him and demanded that her parents bring Danny home with them. He misses her now as the path out of Nasty Burger closes behind him. Danny's falling, dropping towards the ground too fast for eyes to track but his impact had definitely shaken the room. With a pained whine and a flash Danny was back to being human again, his landing had pulled at whatever scab was able to form in the twentyish minutes it took him to drag himself away from the basement. Danny was going to be sick, the sticky cool liquid that had his clothes clinging to him, was going to be very alarming when he finally could give himself a proper once over. He could feel the new bruises as he tried to roll off the pallets he had crushed.

"Oh! Someone decided to drop by! " A man called out with glee as he sauntered in his direction. "Shall we see who our special guest is?" Danny could feel the rotten soul as he got closer. Too close. Forgoing moving Danny tensed in anticipation. He was hurt, yes, but he would go down fighting. He could do that much to make his brother proud, even if he never realized Danny lived to 15 not 5. Before he could uncurl to swing at the man there was the soft sound of fabric rustling and a blade being drawn. Curling tighter Danny hoped he had enough juice to go intangible.

"You will not reach your goal Joker; Do you not get sick of trying?" The voice was smooth, deeper than he remembered but it's been 10 years, it's understandable that puberty changed his brother's voice. Danny would recognize it anywhere. Danny jinxed himself, somehow. How he ended up in the same room as the brother he hadn't seen in a decade, Danny wasn't sure. He was terrified though. Where Damian was the League and their Grandfather wasn't far behind. Damian had carefully hidden away his care as a child but would shower Danny in it in the darkness of their room. After years apart and Grandfather's continued influence Danny was uncertain how much of Damian truly remained.

There was a burst of noise, of movement and a struggle then silence covered the room. Danny's hands were shaking. "Nightwing, first aid is required inside, bring the kit." His brother paused, "No, a civilian, a metahuman if his unusually colored blood is to be taken into account."

Danny could feel his brother's scrutiny, his gaze held weight as it scanned over his collapsed form, he tried to curl more but a hand brushing his shoulder had Danny screaming and scrambling away.

Damian's hands twitched at his side, an aborted motion to draw his sword. He seemed to pause then they flew up empty, placating- it didn't bring Danny any comfort.

An assassin's greatest tool was always their hands. Green eyes tracked him, narrowing at the way Danny was shrinking into the shadows. Dread swam down his spine to settle hard in his gut. Of all the ways to meet his brother again, it had to be when he was dying, for a third time. Danny reached blindly for whatever was next to him to pull himself up, his knees wobbled precariously but he would be standing for this. He had to be. Black spots were now in his vision, but he forced a smirk onto his face. Danny was sure he was a sight to see, torn clothes, skin riddled with bruises, green and red blood splattered all over like a kindergartener's messy painting of Christmas, limp dirty hair.

Danny knows Damian is assessing him, taking in what he can see in front of him to efficiently deal with it as they were trained to do. potential strengths and weaknesses. Behind both the domino mask and his calm exterior Damian is taking in a snapshot. Danny wonders what he sees, if his brother recognizes the boy he’s grown into, Danny’s core thrums wildly and he tries not to fidget. The slight frown that pulls at Damian’s mouth means he caught the aborted motion.

"Damn, green, yellow and red... You look like a traffic light!" He gets one giggle in before he chokes on it. Danny can't breathe. His brother had gone deathly still when Danny spoke. He could see the war of emotions fighting through his brother, suspicion was quickly doused with rage. "How dare she." The Arabic was an unexpected comfort, but Danny felt confusion at the words. He's severely out of practice, he thought he understood but doubt settled in. He wasn't sure.

Damian had always stood firm next to him in the League, calm, driven and decisive, the perfect heir for their Grandfather. He was always warm to Danny though, would allow traces of his true feelings to be visible when Damian would inevitably catch Danny sneaking out of his bed to stargaze. Danny would get scolded, every time. Grandfather would punish him harshly for such indulgences, he knew it. Attachments were weaknesses and Grandfather would not grow weakness in the League, in his heirs. Danny may be weak and the Spare but he was smart. He knows what the looks of distaste meant from his Grandfather. He knew how his failures would catch up to him and how Grandfather disapproved of his influence on Damian. Yet Danny kept going back, hiding in the shadows to gaze at the stars and wait for his brother to come find him.

Danny had braced for Damian to be mad when he realizes Danny didn’t truly die that day and has stayed away from his brother, but Danny couldn’t have expected this.

Pure hatred lights up in Damian’s eyes when he finally realizes what is in front of him. It's Danny’s undoing. Everything else that has happened seemed like a cakewalk compared to being rejected by the person who had always understood him most. Ghosts are the manifestation of their emotions. Frostbite had explained once how injuries can manifest in a ghost's form on their own. Emotional pain could make them unravel down to their cores, until even that disappeared.

For Danny, there was uncertainty, halfas were so rare that there wasn’t much off hand knowledge, but Danny has always known from the second he died. There was no separation between his human and ghost halves. He just was. What fancy wrapping he showed off hardly mattered. Things bleed so easily between them, Danny Fenton and Phantom.

"I'll kill her painfully for this, but you abomination it will be swift." Damian has balanced on his toes, ready for a quick burst of speed. His sword now clenched so tightly in his hands it almost shakes.

An abomination the words looped through Danny's mind. The wounded sob that came forth when he opened his mouth to reply was unexpected. Danny took halting steps back from his twin. The hitching breath brought his attention back to his chest. This wasn't how Danny had pictured this moment, all those years of stolen daydreams. His core felt wrong in his chest. He felt cold, cold and brittle but his chest was on fire-and wet. The surgical cut seeping like its minutes fresh, this was by far Danny’s worst idea, to believe to ever hope, his brother would ever keep a monster by his side Danny was a fool to hope even for a moment-hands hands reaching for him to bring him back, grabbing his arm-

“No! I don't know! No please” Danny gasps as he flails weakly “I’m sorry I’m sorry!”

Damian hesitates again, before his resolve firms, "Danyal-" His name cracks over his brother's tongue. Danny isn't aware enough to unpack the way his brother's face twists in heartbreak the longer he watches Danny bleed. A warm body comes up behind him, blocking him in, he’s crying now, a weakness that he never could smother. "No!" Danny avoids his gaze scrambling to grip onto whatever fabric is in his hands. Danny wants the moment to last but he knows what’s coming. Damian won’t protect him now. His older brother had been steadfast by his side in their childhood, but now… now maybe it was better he’s bleeding out.

Danny vaguely registered the man behind him cutting off his shirt, kit at the ready besides him. Pressure on his wound forces a long high whine from his throat. He wants to shove it away, his hand swatting at it but he missed, and it thuds uselessly on the ground. He doesn't have the energy to try again.

The shock of a hot hand against his face brings everything into abrupt focus. Danny flinches but can’t move, the body unyielding behind him. He sees the room is covered in his frost and ice. Batman and Red Robin are farther back, their feet trapped in the ghostly ice, they had things in hand to try and hack away at the ice trapping them in place.

“Danyal” The pain in his twin's voice has him turning in that direction; his brother was there. For how well they could read each other in childhood Danny had no clue what his brother was thinking now. His twice dead brother, back to only die again at his feet. “Are you destabilizing? Why were you sent here? What does Mother want?”

“What?” Danny can’t help the laugh that bursts out of him, even if it hurts, it seems his ice kept his organs in place while he tumbled through his hastily made portal. He must've lost consciousness at some point though; his ice seems to have melted to leaving him fully exposed. “That bitch- She has nothing to do with this- wait. You think-” Danny laughs even harder until he can’t breathe and he’s hacking and spitting up more ectoplasm. He’s pulled more fully against the warm body behind him, his head lulls-oh it’s Nightwing, the blatant concern radiating from the man stings Danny’s eyes and a few tears scatter down his face.

“I’m not a clone Dami, I didn’t even know you weren’t with the League anymore." Danny's speech slurs more the harder he tries to piece sentences together, "I'm sorry I don't know how I ended up here.” Danny is growing quieter the longer he talks- can feel his life draining onto the floor and there’s panic in the air now, Batman had sprung up next to Damian's side. Seemed to say something to Damian before he retreated slightly. Batman was hovering ready to interfere but unsure in what actions needed to take place.

Damian is staring at him intently, looking to match his scars to the one's he remembers. He taps his fingers insistently on Danny's cheek and Danny doesn't fight looking back at him. The fingers linger against the scar hidden behind his hair next to his ear, traces the edges. Damian was the one to give it to him, a training error. He had looked at Danny similarly to how he was now. Fear, regret, panic. Words are being said, they blend together, warp, so Danny just hums in response. Everything is more distant now. Danny's own fear floating out of reach. He knows death intimately, he's not afraid to greet her a third time.

The words became frantic as he struggles to stay awake, and someone was talking again. “-ood to see you though- no tss okay no pain.. mma be cold soon-" Oh. That's Danny. The face he has ached to see for years fills his vision. The shade of green he could never replace. Danny was picked up and hustled out a door into the by Nightwing while a harsh discussion flew over his head. They were in some sort of vehicle now, the door shutting causes silence to blanket the group. His head is in Damian's lap, and it takes a second, but Danny realizes Damian is carting his fingers through his greasy hair. His other hand was holding Danny's, playing with his fingers like he did as children. Danny's vision fills with tears and spills down his face.

"Danyal? Can you hear me?" Damian calls his attention softly, his sweet, sweet brother tries to keep the concern out of his voice, off his face. Once he sees Danny focus on him a trembling smile makes its home on Damian's face. His domino mask is gone, Danny drinks in the unobscured view of his brother. "We'll be back to the Cave shortly, Alfred will attend to you, then you're going to tell me exactly how this happened so I can make sure it never does again." Danny can tell Damian is scared, the minute tremble in his petting only confirmed it. Danny let a smile tug at his lips too, "It's gonna be okay Dami" Danny slurred, he hears Damian insisting they were almost home.

Home with Damian. That was a fool's dream, just out of reach. Danny never indulged in the idea; he wouldn't put Dami in danger by reappearing. But- Danny was with him now, a twitch of his fingers against Damian's proves it. Danny went limp as the Batmobile skidded into the Cave, Damian was a silent statue watching Alfred take his brother away from him. Batman saddled up next to him- Damian should shower and change, whatever it was that changed his brother was making his skin itch- but he couldn't move. His baby brother was in there, dying, again.

"Damian, chum... what was all that?" Damian ignores his eyes itching as tears built, he clears his throat to report- reporting was vital with their nighttime activities, Father needed information to help Danny. He couldn't take his eyes of the little glowing red 'In Use' sign above the surgery door though.

Damian cuts a glance at the man next to him, more Bat than Father at the moment. "Once Danyal is stable, I will give you an explanation Father."

~~~~

I thought of a name, added it to the tags, I'll add a link to the next post if I write one, will tag future posts with 'Keeping It Close To The Chest' as well

much love

~Ren

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[sasuga-whump]

Whumptober 2023: Day Five - Pinned Down

Reunion the Sound of the Providence Season 2 Ep 25

Liu Sang is rescued and treated after being poisoned during human experimentation

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[irondadfics]

Hi I’m looking for a Peter whump fic where he gets kidnapped and has his blood drained, I think by a needle in his neck. He eventually escapes and calls Tony for help but Tony either doesn’t initially pick up or he quickly hangs up maybe because of an argument they had and because he didn’t realize Peter was in trouble

could either of these be your fic?

After the Storm - Febuwhump 2022 by polaroid15

Chapter 7: Used as an experiment

Peter is followed home by a man in a trench coat.  It goes down hill from there.

5 times Tony joked about Peter being part spider by KatinaMoon

Scene is in Chapter 6:

+1 time he definitely didn't

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[cyberwhumper]

Vina's slender frame trembles as the cold air of the examination room hits his bare skin. Every day after the experiments is the same ritual of taking pictures and cataloging every inch of his body, and despite the years spent at the research lab he still finds it unsettling and shameful to be put on display like that. At least they allow him the small dignity of undressing himself now.

Colorful panels with words he doesn't understand are displayed throughout the room, denoting whatever markers the researchers must have been looking for in the experiments they were conducting. With an array of tools to poke, prod, and measure in their hands, the researchers wait for him to finish undressing so they can take stock of the various wounds in different stages of healing that decorate his body from top to bottom.

He knows they see him the same as every other lab rat, a collection of data waiting to be recorded and analyzed, numbers to be crunched to squeeze out another inch of productivity for the corporate pharmaceutical machine. To them, he is not Vina, but rather just a number on a file and a certain amount of years on a contract.

Silent tears slide down his cheeks as they begin changing wound dressings and cataloging their respective developments and progress, talking amidst themselves as though he was just an object. He's not sure why he's even crying at this point. It has been years, why does it still hurt? Why does he still feel humiliated? Shouldn't he be used to it already?

They take samples of his tears as well.

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[mj-iza-writer]

Whumpee jolted awake, the last thing they remembered was a bright light, then they remembered getting really tired and falling asleep. They remembered floating though.

They seemed to be laying on something hard and metal. The room was bright and sterile.

"Where am... ", they tried to sit up, but was quickly stopped by bindings holding them down, "wha-what's happening?", they pulled at the bindings.

A door opened, Whumpee glanced up.

Whumpee panicked at the sight of what walked in. Several creatures now gathered around the metal table Whumpee lay on.

Whumpee let out a small whimper, "help", they managed to whisper.

"Do you understand English?", one of the creatures leaned in close.

Whumpee timidly shook their head yes.

The being then looked up at the others and said something in a different language, nothing Whumpee had heard before.

"My name is Naxu, you are on an alien space shuttle, going back to our home Piohner", Naxu explained, "I learned English from a friend. You will be able to meet him once we arrive. We are going to examine you and make sure you are healthy, we do not wish to bring any harmful illnesses to our human population on our planet. I will interpret everything going on, we do not wish to harm you, so let me know if something is uncomfortable or hurts."

"What do you mean? What do you want me for?", Whumpee looked around again, "please I want to go home, I don't want to go to wherever you said."

"Piohner hosts a small group of humans, all different types. Um genders, ethnic groups, and so on. We don't have someone like you", Naxu explained, "we just examine you all, nothing painful, just out of curiosity."

Someone said something again.

Naxu looked up at them and said something back.

"I'm sorry, but they need to get started they want to make sure you are okay to bring onto the planet", Naxu looked down at Whumpee, "I will be right here to help you."

Whumpee unwillingly nodded, assuming they weren't getting out of this.

"What language are you speaking, and how do you know English?", Whumpee sighed trying to ignore the examination.

"I speak in my own language Piogne, it's the language of our planet", Naxu smiled, "one human on our planet is a teacher, and taught English to those of us who wanted to learn it. We believed it would make the human population have an easier time with us if they can understand us. A few humans even learned Piogne as well."

Whumpee grimaced when someone jabbed something into their side.

Naxu saw it and quickly told them to be more gentle.

"Sorry they tripped a little and tried catching themself", Naxu looked back down at Whumpee.

Whumpee nodded, and looked down at what they were doing.

"Can I just admit this is not a fun experience", they sighed and looked at Naxu.

"Yes I'm sorry, Caretaker tried his best to teach us how to take take care of humans, I'm afraid we are still learning."

"Caretaker?", Whumpee looked in shock.

"Yes, Caretaker was one of our first humans, and he came willingly. He says he wanted a new adventure. On one condition, he could learn about us as we learn about humans", Naxu grinned, "he tried to teach us English, but was happy when the professor was grabbed next. Caretaker is a doctor and will take care of your health needs for the most part."

"Oh", Whumpee looked back down at the others.

Someone said something, causing Whumpee to look back at Naxu.

"They said you passed", Naxu grinned, "and just in time, we are arriving to Piohner."

Another creature came in carrying a suit.

"Piohner lacks oxygen, so you will have to wear this when you leave the safe zones", Naxu started to unbuckle the straps, "our scientists created a synthetic form of oxygen that is safe for humans to breath, and we on Piohner don't rely on breathing elements to survive."

Whumpee sat up and looked at the other creatures, 'or aliens I guess', Whumpee thought to themself.

Naxu helped Whumpee into the suit, and lastly fitted the helmet on.

"Can you hear me?", Naxu tapped on the glass.

Whumpee nodded, "yes."

"Our planet does have a gravitational pull, but it's a little different then earth's", Naxu explained, "you will feel a little light, but don't worry, you won't float away."

Naxu led Whumpee through the shuttle, and into the exit room, "this is the last place you'll be able to breath without that suit. Do not take it off until I say so. The base, where the human population stay, is a safe zone. Do you understand?"

"Yes", Whumpee nodded.

The shuttle landed.

When the doors opened, a group had gathered to meet the new human.

Naxu smiled back at Whumpee, "they get excited when a new friend comes to our planet."

Naxu led Whumpee through a hanger and outside.

"This is my planet", Naxu looked around happily.

Whumpee looked around also, "I wasn't expecting this."

"No one really does", Naxu laughed.

"Okay let's get you to the base, that suit only holds so much breathable oxygen, the scientists are working to make it longer so you can explore the planet more", Naxu grabbed Whumpee's hand, "it's been a difficult trial for them though. The suit beeps as a warning if you are low."

Naxu was carrying Whumpee by the time they made it to the base.

They entered one door, closed it. Then went through another, and closed that one.

Naxu quickly pulled off the helmet, "take some deep breaths for me. I'm going to report the tech that didn't check the oxygen before giving you that suit", Naxu looked at the suit.

Whumpee hunched over trying to catch their breath.

"That was scary, I was starting to black out", Whumpee finally stood up.

"I'm sorry", Naxu frowned, "that shouldn't have happened, and I'll deal with it."

"What happened?", a voice came from behind.

"Oh Caretaker, they gave out new human a suit with limited oxygen, they almost blacked out."

"Oh, let me check vitals really quick and ma....Whumpee", the voice stopped.

Whumpee quickly turned to the voice, "so it is you", Naxu said Caretaker, but I wasn't sure."

"You two know each other", Naxu eyed them.

"Yes, we were neighbors, and I did some doctor check ins for Whumpee and their family", Caretaker smiled, "you've grown up."

"Until he disappeared", Whumpee looked at Caretaker.

Caretaker did a small assessment on Whumpee, "I couldn't help it, they offered me a new adventure. I wanted to get out of our boring neighborhood."

"So did I, I went across the country for college", Whumpee sighed.

"Our neighborhood was really boring, we were the goofballs, and played pranks on each other", Caretaker talked to Naxu.

"I think you're going to like it here Whumpee, we gave a lot of fun", Caretaker smiled.

"What about being studied?", Whumpee looked down, "I didn't much enjoy the one I already had on the shuttle."

"Nah, now that you're here, I'll take care of your medical needs, they only really look you over once in a while", Caretaker smiled at Naxu, "mostly they just spend time with you and document behavior."

"So we are lab rats?" Whumpee crossed their arms.

"Essentially yes, but it's once a month. The rest of the time we do whatever we want", Caretaker grinned, "plus they get amused by pranks, so they don't mind if we play some."

Whumpee couldn't hide a grin.

"Okay", Whumpee agreed, "I'm so happy to have my prank buddy back."

Caretaker reached out for a hug, in which Whumpee excepted.

"Me too", Caretaker frowned at Naxu, "me too."

Later Caretaker caught Naxu and pulled them aside.

"What are the plans with Whumpee?", Caretaker questioned, concern written on their face, "I noticed your failed suit trick didn't work, and they survived. They should have lost oxygen and died on the walk over, yes."

Naxu sighed, "yes it didn't work, but that's a good thing right", Naxu smiled quickly, "it would have been a painless death, for the most part. Just blacking out, going into a permanent sleep, you know it's true"

Caretaker looked at Naxu worryingly.

"Relax Caretaker, they won't be harmed. They will be like you and Professor, and just kept here", Naxu promised, "I explained your relationship with Whumpee to the board, Whumpee is on the don't harm list. We will find a different human to fill in the space we need for a cadaver body to study. You know the other one had to be removed because of rot."

Caretaker looked down sadly, but sighed in relief, "out of all the people on planet earth, you find them."

"I promise, they will be just fine. Just like you told them", Naxu looked down the hall, and noticed Whumpee, "nothing is to be mentioned to them, everything is fine, we agree."

"Yes", Caretaker sighed.

"What's going on?", Whumpee hurried down the hall, "you both looked frightened."

Caretaker froze up.

"Nothing is wrong, Whumpee, just something personal for me and Caretaker", Naxu promised, and gave a look at Caretaker.

"Yes, nothing is wrong", Caretaker sighed, "let's go play a prank."

"Okay", Whumpee smiled excitedly.

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[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

A whumper/whumpers assuming their whumpee has a high pain tolerance because they’re non-human

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[oliversrarebooks]

whump drabble: sleepover

tw: human experimentation, captivity

Haruto violently jerked awake as the harsh fluorescent lights of the laboratory snapped back on. He couldn't help but groan into his gag.

"Yeah, I'm not happy about this either," said his captor, pulling on gloves. "Boss chewed me out. He wants to see progress on the experiment by Thursday. You know what that means, right?"

Oh, he did. It meant high risk procedures in a desperate bid for results. It meant not bothering with niceties like painkillers and food.

"It means I'm sleeping over in the lab again," his captor said, "and that you won't be sleeping at all."

#whump #drabble #sleepover #lab whump #human experimentation

[anigst]

Sleeping Dead by Asada Nemui

Earnest and well put together, Sada is a teacher that's popular among both his colleagues and students alike. One day after school, while he was on patrol, he saw a suspicious figure attacking a female student with a knife. Unable to escape in time, Sada ended up losing his life. However, Sada woke up on a cold slab...(Content warning: gore, sexual assault)

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[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

The Plan - Operation Valkyrie (Part 6)

MASTERLIST - PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5

CWs: lab whump, female whumpee, human experimentation, violence mentioned, torture descriptions

Valkyrie was taken for continuous tests and exams throughout the following weeks, although she wasn’t quite sure of the exact passage of time. In a confined space with only blank white walls as far as the eye could see, and only the terrifying presence of cruel scientists who treated her like no more than a lab rat, all time blurred together. Every day was a continuation of the pain and suffering. She fought them every time, and had to face the consequences. 

Aside from the never-ending drugging that induced nightmares, obedience, attention-seeking, and other behaviours or results that human pet owners might desire, she was also the subject of testing for other pet tools. 

They brought in an ‘advanced’ shock-collar once, a tight collar which cut off her air-supply and made her cheeks grow red with humiliation. Any time she disobeyed her orders, a current coursed through her body, leaving her twitching on the floor. It also made the stitches from the vivisection throb. 

They made every living hour of her existence hell, and she could tell they enjoyed it. But still, she tried not to let them win. 

She spoke to the person in the cell across the hall every day, trying to convince them to do the same. Slowly, the girl came out of her shell more and more. She stood up, and fought back, regardless of what they did to her. Valkyrie gradually became more comfortable around the other subject, enough to tell her she was transgender. The girl was unbothered by this news, much to Valkyrie’s relief. That moment gave her a tiny piece of her humanity back. She hoped she was doing the same for the other subject, who finally told Valkyrie that her name was Jade. 

After several long conversations with Jade, Valkyrie began to depend on the other girl’s presence - though she didn’t notice it, until it was gone. 

One day, Valkyrie was dumped in her cell after a particularly grueling round of experiments, and went to chat with her neighbour - only to realise Jade was nowhere to be found. It took several more hours for Jade to be thrown in the cell, only half-conscious. Her head was wrapped with a large bandage, and all the hair on her head had been shaved off. Valkyrie pressed her bloody palm against the glass, desperate to hold Jade close. But the other girl didn’t move an inch, even when Valkyrie called out her name. 

After several days of anticipation on Val’s part and lots of rest on Jade’s part, the other girl was eventually well enough to explain to Valkyrie what had happened to her, and it made Valkyrie’s heart sink.

“They drilled into my head, and put these in.” Jade explained, as she pointed to an area above her ear, where the bandage had previously covered. Now two small metallic circles were visible, surrounded by stitches. “They play loud whistles, like dog whistles, that force my body to go into different positions against my will.”

Instantly, Valkyrie remembered the experiment in which they placed earbuds in her ears, which played the whistles - and knew they had made this first experiment more permanent. 

Valkyrie sank to her knees in front of the clear wall. “Jade, I’m sorry..”

She paused, remembering that Jade preferred to be called her number - but the other girl didn’t correct her. 

“I’m done with them. They’ve drugged me, cut me open, humiliated me, and stole my life and my freedom away from me. I’m not going to let them anymore.” Jade began to sob, clutching her knees close to her chest. 

“Let’s get out of here, together. You know this place better than I do. Where are the exits, how do we leave?” Valkyrie pleaded. She’d never seen Jade cry in all their time together so far. She was usually so distant, regardless of what they did to her.

“I don’t know. I’m usually too out of it to remember.” Jade sighed, wiping her tears on her hospital gown, which was stained with blood.

“Okay. Well, we start by trying. Maybe we can use small markers - cracks in the walls, malfunctioning bulbs - to make our way out.” Valkyrie murmured.

“Like Hansel and Gretel’s bread crumbs?” Jade sniffed.

“Exactly.” Valkyrie lowered her voice. “And it might be good to figure out a distraction, to keep the guards away.”

“What can we use to distract them?”

“Anything that makes a big commotion. We might just have to bide our time for a bit and use what comes to us.” Valkyrie whispered. 

– - - - - - - - - - -

And so, they did. They would watch, and wait, and when they were back together, they would share the information they had learnt. They were more alert and aware of their environment, though they did their best not to show it.  

They used numbers and plaques on doors that helped them figure out where they were. Neither girl ever saw emergency exits. 

Valkyrie endured the growing discomfort that grew under her skin with each test, each moment that she deliberated over the escape. But she forced herself to bide her time, to breathe through the pain and the fear. Because it would be worth it if they could escape successfully. 

Days passed, and Valkyrie found herself on the floor of the cell, blood trickling from a deep cut in her arm that had been unprompted punishment from a guard. As Jade crawled closer to the wall of her own cell, Valkyrie huffed through tears.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she whispered. “I need to get out. I don’t care if we don’t have a really clear escape. Let’s just risk it. I cannot keep doing this.”

Jade nodded. “You’re right. I can’t even remember how long I’ve been here. I keep trying to see my parents’ faces, and now all that’s left is a vague blur, like in a dream. Let’s get home.”

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[blackrosesandwhump]

100 Drabble Challenge: Lab Whump Edition

The challenge: write exactly 100 words about any of the following 60 prompts. Have fun!

Vivisection

Scalpel

Strapped down

Drugged

Injection

Scars

Naked

Disoriented

Under observation

Incision

Bandages

Blood

Experiment

Conditioning

Gloved hands

Cleaned up

Oxygen mask

Sleep deprivation

Nightmares

Privacy

Captured

Anesthesia

Prostrate

Starving

Dehydrated

Recovery

Bedrest

Desensitized

Gauze

Isolation

Uniform

Unconscious

Needle

Cut

Weak

Screaming

Infection

Manhandled

Shivering

Reflection

Dehumanized

Surgery

Torture

Pain medication

Phobia

Abused

Bedsores

Dragged

Sterile

Sedated

Research

Mistake

Begging

Pity

Touch starved

Pain

Damaged

Stitches

Volunteer

On camera

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[whumpetywhump]

Flowers For Algernon - Ep. 4

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[one-piece-aus]

Hi! Can i ask for Uta x male!reader spending some times on an islad togheter? Hope you will have a nice day/night! 💕

Sure, hope you don't mind me using it for Whumptober ^-^

Whumptober Day 16

Uta x Male Reader

Tw: mentioned needles and implied human experimentation

"Uta, what are you doing out here?"

"I'm looking at the stars, [Y/n]," Uta said remaining still on the ground she laid on.

"Oh." You stand near her and glance up at the sky. "It's certainly full of stars."

"Hey..."  Uta finally turned to face you. "How come my power doesn't work on you?"

You frown as the phantom touch of Vegapunk and Caesar Clown brushes the back of your head. The weight forces you to sit on the grass and you tug your cross legs close to your form. Even after washing ashore on this island when you escaped years ago, their presence still lingered around.

"I don't know... it might be the needles' contents I was stuffed with," you shrug.

"Oh...sorry." Uta averted her eyes for a moment, though before silenced could join you two, she spoke again. "You know you're the only person it doesn't work on...sometimes it makes me sad because then I can't give you happy dreams."

You half smile, recalling the first time she tried. Gordon was trying to calm you down from your night terror, Uta came in worried and after being told you had a bad dream, she started singing. Gordon falling over in a deep sleep startled you enough to get off your cot and try shaking him awake. Uta was dumbfounded, but you were too worried about the old man to notice.

That didn't stop her from trying to catch you in her realm. She followed you around the island, snuck up behind you, interrupted your studies and your meals, and if she wasn't cute or had a wonderful voice, you would've been irritated by it long ago.

"It's not like you didn't give me good dreams," you said without thinking until it hit you and smacked your face with your palm, you could only pray she didn't hear-

"I do?" Uta turned back to you, the moon highlighting the surprise displayed on her face.

"Well kinda... I hardly have the dreams of the scientists anymore. Gordon thinks it's because I'm finally out of the infirmary area but... I think it's because of your singing."

Uta stared, a faint pink glowing on her cheeks when she pouted, "It's still not because of my power."

"Maybe because you can't make me fall for your charms," you teased.

"What? Of course, I can make you fall for my charms!" Uta protested sitting up. "I made all sorts of boys fall for my charms, Shanks had to keep me away from them all."

"Sure," you laughed. She puffed her cheeks and turned away from you, crossing her arms. Your laughter died down, noticing her back to you. "You wouldn't have to try hard if you really wanted me to fall for you."

"What?" Uta perked up.

"Nothing..." you lied, eyes bouncing around everywhere but on her.

"No, I heard something like I wouldn't have to try hard to get you to fall for me," Uta smirked leaning on you.

"You're just imagining your dreams."

"I actually can't imagine people in my dreams," Uta stated, the teasing tone quickly draining from her voice. "I've tried."

"Really?" You tilted your head.

Uta shook her head. "They can only be in my dreams if I sing to them and put them in the dream realm."

"Oh..." You noticed silence creeping up but stopped it from going any further. "You still have me here." You held her hand to reassure her.

Uta smiled at you and let her head rest on your shoulder.

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Doctor Strange in Captivity

Doctor Strange (2018) Issue #2

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Whumptober Day 19

I'll take one final step, and all you have to do is make me / Floral Bouquet / psychological / "I'm not as stupid as you think I am" Alternative list: Lab Rat

The doctor stuck a potato chip through the hole of the cage to offer Subject 148 a treat.

148 gladly took the chip and sat back down in their cage.

"Doctor, was that the last experiment today?", an assistant questioned while they labeled 148's blood samples.

Doctor slid another chip through the cage hole, and smiled.

"Yes I think 148 has had enough of us today", they commented, "they did so good."

148 perked up when they heard the praise, they had tried their hardest to be good today.

"They must have heard you mention a trip outside for recess after the labs and testing were done", the intern smiled.

148 perked up even more, they whimpered. They got up to a crawling position, and gently rattled the cage door.

"I think they've earned it", the doctor grinned.

The intern and assistant walked down the hall following 148 to the outside gym entrance.

"They know where they're going", the intern chuckled, "I've never seen anything like them."

The assistant smiled, "yes they have taken this trip a few times. They're quite a sight."

148 had scaly patches throughout their body. Their eyes bright yellow. Claws as sharp as their teeth. Pointed ears that rested against their horns. They were not able to stand upright, often finding it painful to be like that for a long time. Their body was naturally hunched. They were incapable of speech.

The Doctor believed 148 was a hybrid between reptile and human. They had no idea how though. That was what the experiments were for.

148 had been found and captured by a specialist group. They had decided to contain 148 in the lab. It was Doctor's job to research 'what this beast was', as they had been told.

148 behaved for the most part, they only fought back occasionally, and mostly when scared. They had learned to trust the Doctor and Assistant through time.

148 paused beside a vending machine and looked at Assistant with longing eyes.

"What's going on?", the Intern watched as Assistant pulled their wallet out.

"Nothing, they just have me trained really well", they slipped some cash into the machine and hit the buttons.

148 smiled excitedly as Assistant pulled out the treat and opened it.

"I'll have to remember to right this down in their diet plan", Assistant remarked as they handed the treat to 148.

They finally made it to the outside gym entrance.

"So what happens now", the intern watched.

"148 is going to run off some steam before we let them rest", the Assistant slid their card to open the doors.

148 ran out and started to investigate things.

Assistant and intern watched them play. They parked their butts on a bench and talked.

After a while, the Assistant glanced at their phone, "oh Doctor wants us to bring 148 back to the lab."

Assistant whistled, and called 148 over to them.

"Doctor wants to see you", Assistant started to walk to the door.

148 sat on the cement and shook their head. No way did they want to go back to the lab.

"Come on 148, you do not get a choice", Assistant stepped back over to them, "come on."

148 frowned, and kept sitting.

"Don't make me call the Doctor", Assistant held up their phone, "they won't be happy to have to come get you."

148 got up and walked farther out into the play yard and laid down.

"Ugh", Assistant sighed, and dialed the Doctor.

The intern couldn't hide their chuckle at the stubborn 148. They listened as Assistant talked to the doctor.

"Okay 148", Assistant started, "what's it going to be? You come in on your own or Doctor calls the guard to get you."

Assistant heard the Doctor ask to be put on speaker.

"Okay you're on speaker."

"148, forgive me, but I forgot to get a urine sample, and I really need that to send out", Doctor stated, "it's about time to come in anyways, I'll make sure you get a reward. Please don't make me call the guard to get you."

148 got up and slowly walked to the door, they looked sadly at Assistant.

"Okay it looks like they are willing to come in", Assistant went to open the door, "they're breaking my heart though."

148 allowed Intern to take the sample, but kept an eye on them.

148 sat in their cage, waiting for dinner to be served. They smiled when the door opened.

It was intern. 148 frowned.

"Don't look at me like that", Intern grinned, "we don't want Doctor and Assistant to think something is up, do we", Intern set 149's food on a nearby table.

148 frowned, they were trapped in their cage, with them free to do whatever. Intern was not a friendly, "please Doctor, Assistant come in", they thought

"Let's make this clear", Intern sauntered over to the cage, "if you make any signs of me abusing you, you will regret it."

148 stared at Intern, they bared their teeth.

"That doesn't scare me. Be happy I have no interest in you, and I will be gone from your case study next month", Intern slammed on the cage, "I just have to deal with an ugly monster like you until then. I just need to intern with doctor for this month to pass."

Intern opened the cage to throw the food in, partially spilling some of it. They slammed the cage door shut and then left.

148 stayed near the back of the cage, shaking in fear. The door opened again, 148's heart sunk.

Assistant walked in and went right to the cage, "I am so sorry."

148 looked at them weirdly.

Assistant opened the cage and started to clean the spilled food, "I saw bruising last week on your back and was concerned. I knew something was up, Doctor had me set up a camera to see what was happening to you."

They handed 148 some of the food that hadn't spilled, "we'll get you taken care of, starting with some food."

The next morning, the Doctor came in, physically upset. They gemtly talked to 148, then started to do their task waiting for Assistant and Intern to come in.

148 rested quietly, happy Doctor was there to keep them safe from intern.

Assistant came in a bit later and greeted Doctor.

"Good morning", the doctor replied, then sighed, "I appreciate you for setting up the camera and watching. I wish thus wasn't the truth."

Assistant started to get ready, "how are going to go around this."

"I have a guard stopping by later, per the Director. I have permission to out them, the Director has seen the video already", Doctor glanced over at 148, "they will be taking later legal action as well as 148 is under government protection."

148 listened to everything going on, they thought maybe they were understanding, but wasn't sure fully what was going on.

Intern came in a little after breakfast.

"Good morning", they started getting ready.

"Intern, could you start going through the records, I'll need to talk with you after I finish this", Doctor stated, "you don't have to worry about 148, Assistant is taking care of them."

"Oh okay", they replied.

After a while, Intern turned and eyed 148 with a smirk. They didn't realize Doctor was watching them.

Thankfully two guards came in soon after.

"Intern, I need to show you something", Doctor called them over.

Intern stepped over, as Doctor turned their computer around.

The video of Intern and 148 started to play. Intern's jaw dropped.

"How did you get this footage?"

"Assistant noticed some bruising on 148's back the other day, I gave them permission to set up a hidden camera to see what was happening", Doctor frowned, "plus 148 clearly doesn't trust you."

Intern glanced over to Assistant, who was standing beside 148's cage.

"How dare you", Intern yelled.

148 cowarded near the back of the cage.

"You were the one bullying 148, so how dare you."

Doctor interrupted, "you do realize 148 is a government protected person, what you did was highly illegal", Doctor had the guards step forward to make the arrest, "you are no longer welcome to intern with me."

"I have to, I won't be able to pass to the next level without you signing off", Intern fought the guards.

"Trust me, I'm doing the future a favor. You won't be allowed to do anything in this field after what you did, and the legal proceedings are about to be involved with. The Director will explain."

148 watched everything unfolding, hoping this would be explained to them in simpler terms for them to understand.

"I'm done with them, Assistant will pack their stuff already. I'll have it down to the Director's office later", Doctor stated.

"You can't do this", Intern yelled again as they were being dragged out.

"We can. You can't abuse government property without repercussions", Assistant spoke up.

Once Intern was finally removed, Assistant and Doctor explained what happened to 148.

148 was just happy that it sounded like they wouldn't see Intern again.

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