cw: self-depricating shoughts, dehumanization, it as a pronoun,
“I swear, Selena, I can’t do this,” Cade mumbled into the receiver of his phone, begging his girlfriend to answer her phone. This was the sixth voice mail he’d left, each getting more urgent as time passed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with it, please answer!”
A small click from the other side of the line interrupted him, before the angry voice of his girlfriend started talking.
“Cade, I’m at work!” Selena hissed. “What could you possibly need?”
“I fucked up, Selena, real bad,” Cade admitted, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he dropped his hand to stir the pot of chicken noodle soup he was making.
Cw: failed escape attempt, returning to Whumper, implied abuse
“Whumpee!” Whumper yelled, sticks and dried, dead leaves crunching under their heavy boots as they followed the trail of blood through the thick forest. “Where are you?!”
The beam of their flashlight flickered, and Whumper hit the side of it, cursing under their breath. They had to find Whumpee.
“Whumpee!” Whumper cried into the darkness. “I’m not going to hurt you, please! I won’t hurt you, just tell me where you are!”
They were getting desperate. The last steaks of the sunset colored the sky a deep blueish maroon, threatening complete darkness as each moment passed. There were all sorts of animals, wolves and bobcats… oh god, Whumper felt bile begin to rise in their throat. Any beast would take one look at Whumpee, and all they would see is an easy meal.
“Please! Whumpee!” Whumper screamed, startling as a bird cawed above head, nearly dropping the flashlight. They needed to find Whumpee.
“Whumpee,I swear, I’ll give you anything you want, just come back!” Whumper bargained to the darkness, as they followed the waning blood trail even deeper into the thicket. “Please! Where are you?!”
“Wh-Whumper?” A weak voice called, and Whumper’s head shot up.
“Whumpee?” Their eyes darted around, trying to find where the voice came from.
“Ov-over here,” Whumpee cried, their voice cracking. Whumper’s eyes landed on their tiny, dirty form, tucked between a bush and a tree. Whumper wouldn’t have ever noticed them on their own.
“Oh god, Whumpee!” Whumper exclaimed, quickly racing to Whumpee’s side, and scooping their limp form into their arms. “Oh god, you’re alright! Don’t you ever do that again, you hear me? I was so worried!”
Whumpee just turned their head, and buried their face in Whumper’s chest as they sobbed.
10 but please don't let the whumpee die my heart can't handle that
10- Left for Dead
Cw: left for dead, abandonment, nature whump, cold whump, implied past abuse/conditioning
A light snow was falling, dusting the forest floor in a layer of fluffy white. The bare trees stood tall, looking hundreds of feet over the snowy, cold Earth. With half-glazed eyes, Whumpee watched as a snowflake slowly drifted to the ground.
The dead leaves crunched under Whumper’s feet, leaving a trail of boot prints behind them as they ventured deeper and deeper into the woods.
Whumper grunted as they heaved Whumpee’s limp form off their shoulder, dropping them to the ground next to a large oak tree. Whumpee didn’t make a sound as they hit the ground, the snow around them quickly turning red with their blood.
Whumper muttered to themself as they grabbed Whumpee by their shoulders, and propped them up against the tree, before pulling the coil of rope off of their shoulder.
Whumpee wasn’t sure what was happening as their arms were wrenched backwards not an awkward, painful angle, almost like they were giving the tree a backwards hug, before the rope began to loop around their wrists, binding them to the tree.
“Please,” They whispered, as the snow began to soak through their thin pants, a bout of chills running up their spine. It was cold out. They wouldn’t last very long in the cold.
Whumper didn’t say anything as they pulled a strip of fabric out of their jacket pocket, before forcing open Whumpee’s mouth with their hands, and shoving the rag into their mouth, knotting it around the back of their head.
They double checked the knots, making sure that Whumpee wouldn’t be going anywhere, before standing up.
“Goodbye, Whumpee,” Whumper looked down at their captive with mixed emotions. They would miss their little toy. Whumpee had always been their favorite. “Hopefully your next life will be more fortunate.”
Whumpee tried to cry out as Whumper began to walk away. They didn’t know what they had done wrong this time, but they would be better! Please! They would do anything Whumper wanted, please! Just don’t leave them!
Just don’t leave them.
Just don’t leave…
***
“Holy shit,” Caretaker gasped, quickly breaking into a run. They dropped to their knees by the bound figure’s side, their fingers flying to their neck, searching for a pulse.
Oh no.
Caretaker pressed their fingers harder into the side of the person’s throat, desperation taking over their mind. No, they could be-
Thump…
Thump…
Caretaker breathed out a sigh of relief. The heartbeat was faint, but there.
They yanked off their jacket, draping it over the stranger as they yanked the gag free from their lips, before getting to work on the ropes’ knots.
Rune tucked their wings against their back as they followed Mabel inside. At first glance, the woman’s house was small and cluttered. Nearly every surface was covered with magazines, picture frames, and other trinkets. The house smelled strongly of baked goods and scented candles.
“This little corner is just for you, Sugar,” Mabel beckoned them over to a large white painted dog crate that was placed in between the couch and the wall. Rune’s heart sunk to their toes. As cruel as he was, Darius had never made them sleep in a cage. They weren’t a fucking dog!
They didn’t dare speak up. It didn’t look that bad, they thought to themself in a pitiful attempt to feel better. A plush looking cushion covered the bottom of the cage, and three of the four walls were made of wood. The fourth and front facing wall was split in half, the left half being a gate sealed with a padlock, metal bars filling the gaps. A few blankets and other plush toys were carelessly tossed inside.
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