Insert Chaos

Hi! I'm Penni and I write suspenseful stuff. I post every Wednesday. I write original stories/shorts and whump. I may write things based on prompts every now and then. Otherwise, I kind of just pull my ideas out of the sky and whatever's around me. I’ll also take requests! :D

I write a lot of open ended stuff, so a lot of the shorts you will see here are going to stay without an ending. Unless I decide otherwise. I write a lot of original stories. Some will feature my characters, others will have unnamed characters. There's a list for each. I'll cross post the stories with many parts on AO3. I write a lot of whump stuff. I have two sets of whump characters. They are independent of each other so you can pick to read whichever one tickles your fancy the most :)

This blog will contain a lot of triggers. I tag and place warnings on them in case you're not into that. My main TWs are: blood, character death, conditioned whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, two whumpers, weapons, abuse, hurt/no comfort, torture, kidnapping, captivity, drowning, choking and discussions of suicide. Something I will not write however is NSFW/sexual content of any kind.

Stories Under Cut

TW: Kidnapping

Whumpee opened their eyes and looked around. They could barely register their surroundings before realizing they were tied down in a chair.

They instantly squirmed around in hopes to break free. Upon failure they looked around again. The room smelled of mildew and looked as if it were the basement of an old house. Whumpee had no business in a place like this.

They began to scream and squirm. “Hey! Hey, let me go!”

The door in front of them pushed opened to reveal a figure dressed in all black. They smirked. “Glad to see you back.”

“Who are you?! Let me go! Let me go now or I’ll—”

“You’ll do what Whumpee?”

They flinched but quickly recovered. “I’ll have you arrested and in prison for the rest of your life! I’ll have you executed! I’ll—I’ll—”

“Alright, that’s enough.” They held their hand up.

“Just watch! The second I break free I’ll—”

“Break free?” They repeated with a frown. “You’ll never break free from this place.”

“Yes I will! Just watch—”

“Oh Whumpee, you’re not so bright are you? You have no idea where you are. You don’t know how far from civilization you are. Even if you were to break free, how would you truly break free if you truly can’t?”

Whumpee instantly shut their mouth.

TW: Bad Caretaker

“You know, what happened to you?” Caretaker frowned, arms crossed. They stared at Whumpee who sat across from them. “What happened to you Whumpee? You were never like this. Making up all these stories, acting like you’re traumatized for attention. What has gotten into you?”

Whumpee flinched. He couldn’t believe he was hearing those words. A frown appeared on his own face as he dropped his fidgeting hands in his lap. “You know what, I always trusted you. No matter what happened, I always believed that I could trust you and that you would keep me safe. But now I see that I was wrong. You don’t even believe all of that really happened. I told you what happened and you’re still choosing to be around Whumper. You’re still choosing to be with him. You’re in love with him, even after what he did to me…”

They huffed. “I just don’t believe he ever did something to you. I think you’re just making all of this up.” They shrugged. “None of that ever happened, you just don’t approve of my relationship and you’re trying to make me hate him. Whumper has done nothing wrong—”

Whumpee jumped from his seat. “Whumper has done everything wrong! He threatened to kill me and you still don’t believe a word I say! You heard him threatening me yourself! And you still believe him over me!” His voice cracked as his hands rolled into tight fists and tears welled in his eyes.

Caretaker raised their brows. “Well to me, it looks like you’re the aggressor here. You’re yelling right now. You’ve never done that until recently. And every time was with Whumper. I think the real victim here is him. Not you. You just want to see me upset so you’re making up these stories. I think it would be better if you just let it go. Or better yet, leave.”

Shocked, Whumpee’s expression faded away. Though he didn’t give Caretaker the satisfaction of knowing. He frowned deeply. “Fine. I will leave. I hope you’re happy when you finally marry that sociopath.”

He walked out of the room without waiting for a response. He caught Whumper standing with a smirk at the end of the hall when he went to pack his things.

The scariest thing that has happened today is me remembering my friends aren’t into whump and believe it’s kinky 👹

TW: Implied Sadistic Whumper

“I’m so clumsy, I don’t know why this keeps happening!” Whumpee hissed with a smile. 

Caretaker paused and looked up at him. Their face was stern and cold. Whumpee’s smile fell as he turned away. They continued cleaning the wound. 

“I’ll… try to be more careful next time—” 

“Enough Whumpee.” They snapped. “I know what you’re doing.” 

He glanced away. “What… what am I doing?” 

“You’re purposely hurting yourself so you’ll have to keep coming here. I’m sick of you doing that. You need to stop before you seriously hurt yourself and I can’t fix it.” Caretaker frowned. 

“I’m not hurting myself—” 

“But you’re asking someone to hurt you, are you not?” 

He opened his mouth to speak before slowly closing it and turning his head again. 

“Your health is not a game Whumpee. You need to stop this.” Caretaker tossed the dirty cotton ball in the trash. They applied ointment on the large cut before bandaging it up. “Your friend who came with you last time. Whumper, was it? He should’ve talked you out of this. He shouldn’t have helped you do this. He’s not your real friend if he’s so willing to hurt you like this.” 

That wasn’t true. Whumper did try to talk Whunpee out of this. He said it was a better idea to just ask for Caretaker’s number rather than all of this. He never wanted to hurt Whumpee, he even told him to get someone else to do it. Of course, Whumpee denied and begged Whumper to do it instead. 

However the reluctance Whumper originally had slowly seemed to disappear. Eventually Whumper showed absolutely no remorse in his actions. He almost seemed to enjoy it. 

Whumpee didn’t feel a reason to be alarmed, after all, he told Whumper to just treat it as a game. It wouldn’t hurt Whumper as much if they just pretended they were playing a game. It would be easier for both of them. Now that Caretaker mentioned their friendship, it made Whumpee think. 

Did Whumper actually like hurting Whumpee?

Nah, Whumper valued their friendship too much. 

Right?

Darling is such a powerful word to me

Imo you use that word for someone you are truly, deeply in love with. This person is your world, your everything, you can’t live without them.

On the other hand, you use that word for someone you’re extremely possessive of. You call someone that and they’re yours for all of eternity, whether they like it or not. No one else can have them because they’re yours if they know or not is completely irrelevant.

Now, imagine Whumpee being called that by both Caretaker and Whumper…

TW: Noncon Drugging, Chain Restraints, Sadistic Whumper

Whumper smiled to himself as Whumpee struggled to focus their gaze. Their eyes refused to stay opened and on Whumper.

Not only were they tired from the past couple of hours of straight taunting, they were tired from whatever Whumper had injected them with. After getting the idea from a friend, he decided to try it out on Whumpee. He was very pleased with the results.

“So, what was all that you were saying earlier?” He asked with a knowing grin. “You said you were going to hit me, stab me, strangle me, get me back. Anything else you plan on doing?”

Whumpee’s lips didn’t move to form a response. Only a small exhale could be heard. The chains attached to their wrists and ankles holding them down to the bed didn’t rattle. He could see their eyes slowly starting to shut. Grabbing their chin, he forced their head up. “I’m talking to you Whumpee.”

Their eyes opened more before slowly closing. He hummed. “I thought you had things to say Whumpee. Why’re you so quiet now?”

Whumper yanked on one chain, forcing their glassy eyes to briefly lock with his. This was something he could get used to seeing. He smirked.

“You look so much better like this. You think I enjoy you thrashing around all the time? Nah, I don’t. I like you better this way.” He hummed. “Too incoherent to talk or even open your eyes. I wish I could keep you like this forever…”

His smirk fell as a thought occurred to him.

Guys I love holiday whump.

It’s like the best combo. It’s supposed to be the happy time of the year. But you can completely ruin it by torturing a poor soul with no remorse.

Take them away from everything they know and love. Make them lonely. Condition them to believe the holidays are the scariest time of the year and that something bad will happen to them if they try to leave. Condition a Scrooge into loving the holidays. Chain them down in Christmas lights. Tie them to a Christmas tree. Burn them with candle wax. Make their loved ones have to see them in a hospital bed with multiple wires attached to them, barely breathing.

I’m not a Scrooge but I need this fr

TW: Captivity, Implied Kidnapping, Possessive Whumper

Whumper hummed softly with a smile as tears streamed down Whumpee’s cheeks.

“You’re so pretty when you cry. You know that?” He asked gently.

“I want to go home.” They said firmly for the nth time since they’d been there.

He leaned closer, slightly invading their space. “You are home Darling.”

“No I'm not! I was happy at home until you took me away!” They snapped.

“Were you really? You had so much to worry about when you weren’t here with me. You had too much to worry about. A pretty face like yours doesn’t need any stress lines to ruin it.” His hand came up to caress their face, wiping the tears. “You’ll see. You’ll realize how much better it is here with me rather than out there on your own. And you’ll thank me for it.”

“I’m not thanking you for anything! You took everything! You took my life away from me!”

He hummed, smile faltering. “I haven’t taken away your life. But I know a bunch of very bad people who would.”

TW: Guns, Choking, Angry Caretaker, Possessive Whumper, Mentioned Kidnapping, Implied Past Torture

Never in a million years did Whumper ever think that he’d be in this position.

Usually he’d be the one inflicting pain on others, specifically Whumpee. Lately however, his hands have been clean. After making a deal with Caretaker, Whumpee was no longer subjected to his torture. It’d been nearly two months since Whumper had seen Whumpee. It had been nearly two months since Whumper even hurt anyone.

Now after all that time he was in a similar position he’d held Whumpee in. Minus the gun pressed against his temple.

This predicament wasn’t one he’d ever imagine being in. He especially didn’t imagine the arm nearly closing his windpipe would belong to Caretaker.

“Where are they?” He growled.

“Whumpee?” Whumper’s brows furrowed.

Caretaker’s arm around his neck slightly tightened. “You know I’m talking about Whumpee! Tell me where they are!”

Whumpee was missing? For how long?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” He answered honestly. He quickly realized that was a wrong move when he found himself gasping for air even more than he already was.

“I’m not gonna ask you again. Tell me where Whumpee is right now!”

“I’m not lying! I’m telling the truth! I don’t know anything about that!” He wheezed, digging his fingers into Caretaker’s arm.

“Then where have they been for the past two days?”

“I don’t know!”

His arm loosened as the barrel of the gun inched away from Whumper’s face as he inhaled deeply. “Prove it.”

“The last time I saw Whumpee was two months ago. Don’t you think they’d be in here with me if I had them? Don’t you think I’d be rubbing it in your face right now? Tell me, when was the last time you saw a fresh bruise on Whumpee?”

Caretaker was silent for several moments. Whumper debated looking over his shoulder to see what he was thinking. Especially as Caretaker’s hold loosened even more.

The gun inched closer again. “Well if you didn’t do it, then you’re going to help me find them.”

Whumper lit up but did his best to hide it. He'd get to see Whumpee again? All he had to do was pretend to help Caretaker and he’d have a chance to see them again. Not only that, he could take them back and punish them for allowing someone else to hurt them that wasn’t Whumper. He smiled, partially suppressing the true joy he felt.

“Alright. I’ll help.”

He felt Caretaker briefly stiffen before adjusting the grip on his weapon. “You agreed a little too easily with that… how do I know I can trust that you won’t hurt Whumpee again while you have the chance?”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Whumper held his hands up in surrender, forcing his smile to go away.

After a moment, he let go of the former and stepped back. Whumper watched as Caretaker stepped in front of him. “We’re doing this my way, understand? If I so much as suspect you’re trying something, I’m turning you in. Deal or no deal. And you’re not allowed to have anything that can be used as a weapon. Got it?”

He grinned. “Got it.”

TW: Creepy/Intimate Whumper, Implied (Past) Torture, Kidnapping and Captivity

Whumpee sat stiff as he was closely examined.

Just a moment ago he was looking for Caretaker after hearing a crashing sound. Next thing he knew, a strange man appeared and instantly began to invade his personal space after forcing him to take a seat.

Worry was all he could feel as the man paced in circles around him. He perfectly matched the description of a man Caretaker had told Whumpee about some time ago. A tall man with strikingly beautiful eyes that pierced any soul who looked into them. Caretaker had told him that the man had caused them lot’s of pain in the past. Or at least that’s what was heavily implied. Caretaker never fully opened up about their past with the strange man.

Hadn’t they mentioned him by name before?

Whumper, was it?

When he stepped in front of Whumpee again, they broke their silence. “Where is Caretaker?”

The man raised his eyebrows as he paused and leaned forward. “Oh you mean your guardian angel in there? Don’t you worry about that.” His hand reached out to cradle Whumpee’s cheek. “They thought they could run from me…”

Already somewhat uncomfortable, Whumpee grimaced and leaned back. The man instantly grabbed his chin, forcing him to stay still. The fragment of a smile he had vanished as he stared deep into his eyes.

“Who would’ve thought…” He continued. “Who would’ve thought they’d run and find someone just as pretty to hide from me?”

His gaze finally broke away, lowering to Whumpee’s next as he tilted their chin up slightly. “You got pretty skin, you know that?”

He glanced around, looking for an answer before resorting to a nod.

The man’s smile returned, this time it was more obvious. “You got a pretty neck too. Almost like Caretaker’s…”

“Sir?”

“Hm… now I get to have both of you. All to myself.” The smile widened, turning crooked.

“What does that mean?”

“I get to give both of you a nice home, where you’ll never want to leave.”

TW: Implied Torture, Mention of Blood

Prompt Credit: @whumppromptoftheday

Whumpee panted as they rushed to hide behind a boulder. When they didn’t hear any footsteps coming closer, they held their breath and lowered their bloodied and bruised wings. They peeked around the rock to see if Whumper was nearby. Thankfully, the coast was clear. 

Exhaling, they dropped to the ground and pulled their knees up to their chest. A strangled sob fell from their lips as they dug their nails into their clothes. They buried their face into their folded arms, pulling their tattered wings closer to themself. 

They should’ve never ran away from Caretaker. They should’ve never snapped at Caretaker and called him all of those things. They regret it. All of it. They wished it never happened. 

Whumpee wouldn’t be running for their life right now if they had stayed. They wouldn’t be hurt right now if they had stayed. Their wings wouldn’t be so tender and they would be able to fly away from this madness. 

Why couldn’t they be in Caretaker’s warm embrace? Why couldn’t they be at Caretaker’s house where they were guaranteed to be safe? Why did they allow themself to be in this situation? 

Why did they accept Whumper’s “help” to fix their wings? 

If they didn’t run away, their wings wouldn’t have been messed up in the first place. Now they were probably ruined. 

But if they did go back, would Caretaker still accept them? Would Caretaker still love them? Would Caretaker even want to look at them after all the things they said about him? Would he even care? 

Maybe it would be better if Whumpee didn’t go back. Maybe it would be better if they just suffer alone. 

Forever. 

TW: Implied Character Death and Past Torture

Whumper walked amongst the formally dressed guests with a glass of wine in his hand. Ever since he lost Whumpee, this was his only to have any kind of fun. 

But this was slowly starting to get boring. 

Carewhumper was out of town, allegedly doing some business. He was most definitely doing the same thing Whumper was doing. Just last week he said that he’d be free until the end of the month. That suddenly changed three days ago after he received a ‘mysterious message.’ 

Whumper knew the truth. Carewhumper was off having fun without him. Probably gambling every cent in his pocket and going to some extravagant ball more important than the one Whumper was currently at. Too bad he wasn’t invited to tag along. 

He exhaled quietly before leaning against a pillar at the back of the room. Taking a sip of the wine, his gaze roved around the room before landing on a familiar face. Intrigued, he stood straighter and looked at the person more carefully. 

They had beautiful, soft features and an obvious figure outlined by their black pants and flowy white button up. A cute little black bow rested against their chest. 

With a smirk, Whumper instantly made his way over. He appeared on their right as the person they were previously talking with walked away. Humming, he looked them up and down. “It would seem angels really do exist.” 

They looked up at Whumper with a blank expression. They briefly narrowed their eyes before speaking. “Excuse me?” 

“A face like yours can light up this whole place without all these chandeliers.” 

Their eyes narrowed again as their brows knitted together. He couldn’t tell if it was in confusion or in disgust. Their eyes closely examined his expression before their own fell and they forced a smile. “Do you need something?” 

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Whumper shrugged, glancing downward. He adjusted his posture, taking a swig of his wine. “Well there is one thing I definitely need to know. And that’s if I’ve seen you in real life or just in my dreams. You look familiar.” 

They frowned deeply. “You really do disgust me.” Whumper’s smirk dissipated as they faced him completely. “You just hurt people and then forget about them once they’re gone, huh?” 

He froze. Hurt people? How would this person know that he’s hurt someone? Who are they? Plus, Whumper hasn’t hurt anyone recently. At least, that he can remember… 

“So you did forget?” They raised a brow. He opened his mouth to speak but they continued. “You really are sick. You caused Whumpee all of that pain and now you’re out living your best life like you never did any of it. Then you have the gall to say something like that to me after you took them away from me.” 

The puzzle pieces instantly began falling together. 

Shit. No wonder they look familiar. They aren’t just some random pretty face. They’re Caretaker. 

I need more Caretaker-Whumper interactions... 😔

Should I make a part 2?

TW: Conditioned Whumpee

Emory watched silently as the people at the party conversed. There were lots of people who were just like him. They had a Whumper Caretaker.

But he didn’t understand the way they acted around their caretakers. Some of them leaned away from their caretaker’s touch, some frowned at their caretaker, some walked away from their caretaker completely.

Why would they do such a thing? Why would they want to be away from the source that brought them care and comfort? Emory would never do that. It was almost like they hated their caretaker.

On the way back home, he turned to his own. “Athena?”

“Yes Darling?” She hummed, preoccupied by her phone. She put it away before giving her full attention.

“Why do some people hate their caretakers?”

She raised a brow. “I’m not sure. Perhaps they’re ungrateful.”

“But why? Your caretaker gives you everything. They literally take care of you.”

“Some people just don’t understand that. They take it for granted.” She shrugged.

“I won’t do that. I like living with you. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

She smiled, pulling him into her side. “Aw, that’s so sweet!” She rested her head atop his. “I won’t ever let anything happen to you, okay Emy?”

Smiling back, he snuggled closer into her side. “Okay.”

TW: Implied Torture, Captivity

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Whumpee held their breath as the sound of Whumper’s footsteps echoed throughout the room. He was somewhere nearby but they couldn’t pinpoint exactly where.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

“I know you’re in here Whumpee…”

They shivered at his words. They had pissed him off again. Whumper dragged them to a party and they let some information slip that no one was supposed to know.

That information may or may not have been about the condition of Whumpee’s living quarters thanks to him.

Whumper had been gambling away money for the past three months. Eventually he turned to selling Whumpee’s things in order to gamble more. They let this information slip during a conversation with one of his friends, who seemed a lot more concerned than Whumpee would’ve thought. Before Whumpee could explain the whole situation, Whumper dragged them away for a “talk.”

“Where are you hiding you little brat?!” The steps came closer and more quickly. “This isn’t hide and seek. Come out or I’ll make you.”

Whumpee tried their best to quietly inch away from their place. The door was just a few feet away. If they could just get out of the room, they’d be fine.

The footsteps began to move in a different direction, away from Whumpee. They flinched when they heard the clattering of metal falling to the floor.

This was it. They either made a run for it or they got caught. There was no reasoning their way out of this.

Picking the former, Whumpee rushed out of their hiding spot. They were instantly stopped when Whumper grabbed their arm, firmly holding them in place. They lowered their head to avoid his gaze and wicked grin.

“You really thought you could run from me?” He laughed before frowning deeply. “Clearly, I haven’t done a very good job of showing you the truth. How about I fix that?”

TW: Environmental Whump, Implied Future Torture

Whumper grinned as they watched all of their little Whumpees enjoying themselves, playing together.

The little fairies had been stuck after an accident out in the woods. Whumper found them and promised to fix their wings and other injuries. They promised them a safe haven where they wouldn’t have to worry about getting hurt because of deforestation or even outside creatures. Without second thoughts the fairies decided to stay with Whumper to avoid being hurt again. Or worse, without a home completely.

Whumper bought them miniature houses, almost building a small village for them to be comfortable. Whumper provided them with everything they needed. Even when they themself didn’t agree with it.

But none of that mattered. These precious creatures were all Whumper’s now. No one knew about their existence. Whumper may as well be the one to discover their existence. Which was why Whumper needed to keep them out of sight so no one would try to take them away.

Whumper was the one who found them so they should be the one to take credit for discovering them. They should be the one to learn about them and their culture. Not someone else. They should be the one to conduct experiments on them. Not someone else.

Whumper’s grin turned devilish.

Yes, let the little fairies have their fun. Let them believe they were safe. Because very soon, that would change.

TW: Blood, Guns, Implied Death

“Whumper–” Carewhumper sighed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t make me call you know who to talk you out of this. Just let it go! Even if you find him, you’re gonna die.” 

“I’m not letting shit go.” Whumper grunted as he reloaded his gun. “Even if it’s the last thing I do.” He bit back a groan as he glanced down at his now red shirt. 

“See! Look, you should just let it go. Come on, you can get him later. If I hurry up and get you back, you’ll be fine. I know you’re getting weaker by just standing there, you can barely even do that!” 

Carewhumper’s words were disregarded as Whumper walked out of the building. She sighed again and rushed to stop him. “Whumper, this is crazy sauce! There’s no way you’re going to make it in time anyway! Let’s just–” 

“If you’re so scared then you go back.” He shouted over his shoulder, never stopping. 

“I’m–ugh!” She grabbed his arm, forcing him to face her. “I’m not scared of what Whumpee’s going to do. I’m scared of losing my friend. All of us are. You really think they’re going to let me walk back into that base and say you’re dead? We cannot afford to lose you, Whumper. We’ve already lost so much because of Whumpee. We can’t lose you too.” 

He only stared in silence. Carewhumper kept her hopes up that maybe he would change his mind. She was shocked when he turned to continue walking away. “You gigantic bastard… You don’t even care about yourself, do you? What about Caretaker?” 

He finally paused as if he was considering her words. Whumper glanced over his shoulder. “That’s exactly why I need to do it. For them.” 

“What if you don’t come back to them? You know how devastated they would be?” 

“They won’t have to be.” Whumper continued walking, Carewhumper rushing behind, trying her best to talk him out of it. Whumper paid no mind to it. Even as blood continued to stain his white button up. Carewhumper didn’t understand how he was still going. It was very obvious that he’d lost more blood than he needed to. In spite of that, he moved as if there was nothing wrong with him. She was once again shocked when he picked up speed after seeing a blur of white disappear inside an upcoming warehouse. 

“Whumper, stop!” Carewhumper’s words were still being ignored as he shot the knob off the door, letting himself in. She scrambled inside after him to see him standing in the center of the eerie building. 

“I know you’re in here, you winged demon.” He sounded angrier. Angrier than Carewhumper had ever seen him. “You tried to hurt the one person I care about the most. Then you shot me thinking that would distract me from tracking you down. You’re sorely mistaken Whumpee.” 

The silence that followed was soon filled with Whumper’s footsteps as he knocked over anything in his way. 

“You really think you can hide from me? Remember how we found you in the first place Whumpee. I can track you down even with more than half my blood soaked into my shirt. Don’t think just because I’m injured that’s gonna slow me down.” 

Both Whumper and Carewhumper paused when they heard hurried steps behind them. He instantly fired his gun, ceasing the steps behind a stack of pallets. They could see Whumpee’s quivering figure crouched to the ground. Whumper stalked closer. 

“Stupid ass bird. You really thought I would just let you get away with no consequence.” 

Carewhumper heard a gasp as Whumper pointed his weapon at the winged figure on the ground. 

“You thought wrong.” 

BANG.