Oh oh OHHH !! So they are being taken somewhere ! Thank you coal for that awesome piece me and the porcupines greatly appreciate your content ! Say Coal , got any idea to where that poor whumpee's being taken ? Abandoned ? Taken to caretaker ? *dramatic gasp* OR TO A FATE WORSE THAN BEING IN WHUMPER'S CELL ??
-evil anon
*dramatic gasp* no no whumper would never abandon their dear whumpee. I guess you’ll just have to read it and find out
Cw: noncon drugging and touching
The drive seemed to drag on for years. By the time Whumper pulled into the driveway of their destination, they were about ready to bash their head against the wheel.
Whumper let out a groan as they blinked hard, their pupils dilating. Dusk had already fallen, the few remained streaks of daylight painting the sky a deep golden hue. It would’ve been pretty, had the sky not been obscured by a thick canopy of leaves.
Whumper climbed out of the car, their joints popping as they stretched for the first time in hours.
They craned their neck to the side, letting out a breath of relief as it cracked. The stiffness eased slightly as they circled around to the back of the car, slightly unsteady on their feet.
Whumper sighed as they popped open the trunk. They had made the right decision adding ten milligrams, Whumpee was still knocked out. Luckily, too. Whumper didn’t know how they would react meeting their… friend.
Whumper hefted their limp form into their arms, swaddling them in the blanket like a baby. With the dried drool streaking their chin, Whumpee might as well have been in diapers.
Whumper chuckled at the thought, and closed the trunk.
The dirt drive crunched under the heavy soles of their boots, as they made their way to the front door of the old house.
When Whumper realized that they had to… go away for a bit, their first and only concern was Whumpee. They certainly couldn’t have left them at their house, no.
But Friend… Friend would understand. They hadn’t talked in a while, but Whumper knew they could trust them.
After talking for hours over the phone, they finally had a plan. Friend would watch Whumpee while they were away, for a price, of course. Whumper was fine with them having their fun, as long as Whumpee had all ten fingers and toes when they returned.
Whumper kicked the rotting wooden door lightly, one, two, three times.
What? They didn’t have an open hand to knock with.
They heard footsteps within the house, and the clicks of multiple locks being undone, before the door flung open.