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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: 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 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?

“Emy, remember when I told you about my friends?”

He raised his head from her shoulder to look up at her and nod. “Yes.”

“Well, we have this gathering every once in a while. Well, it’s more like a party. It usually happens during the winter. We get together and talk about what we’ve been up to. Then we just have a little fun. Maybe have a drink while we’re at it.” She explained. “I thought maybe I would take you with me to this one so you can get out of the house a bit. And so I can show you off to them and make them jealous.” She smirked.

“Show me off? What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m going to dress you nice and make everyone jealous. Remember when I said my friends all have someone to take care of?” He nodded. “Well unlike their someones, you’re actually adorable. You’re worth stealing you know? You’re a lot prettier than what they have.”

“Um, thank you?” He became sheepish.

“They’ll wish they had you. I know they will.” Athena brought her hand up to his cheek, brushing away a stray eyelash. “You’re just so perfect, Emy. You just don’t know…”

Annnd this is the part where she makes it strange… He quickly looked for something to say. “What if they do try to steal me?”

She patted Emory’s head, still smiling. “That’s not something you need to worry about.”

He thought for a moment before speaking again. “If someone hurt me, would you be really angry?”

Her smile fell. “Emory, I would be more than angry. I meant it when I said I wanted to take care of you. I’m not letting something happen to you on my watch. If something ever did happen to you and I didn’t know or didn’t do anything about it, I would never forgive myself.”

TW: Attempted Noncon Drugging and Kidnapping, Conditioned Whumpee

Whumper slithered through the crowd, towards the stairs. He glanced around before making his way up. No one would notice if he left the room. No one would notice if he climbed up the steps to the room everyone was forbidden from going inside. Not even Carewhumper’s own servants would notice or stop him. 

She’d once told him that she had such a prize that there wasn’t a single thing in the world that could top it. She said it was that amazing. It was that perfect. Of course, Whumper had to see it for himself. He quickly found that if he asked, she’d avoid the question altogether. If she wasn’t going to show him, he’d show himself. If she didn’t want him to see, she wouldn’t have spoken about it. If she didn’t want him to steal it, she wouldn’t have spoken about it. 

Perhaps Carewhumper believed that their friendship was too precious for Whumper to steal from her. She believed wrong. After all, Whumper was a criminal. What made her think he valued their friendship? There wasn’t a tangible reward that he could get from it. This, however, had more than a tangible reward for it. 

It almost made him laugh how oblivious Carewhumper was. While she was downstairs hosting her ball, he was upstairs snatching her prize away. She’d never even know it happened. 

Whumper walked down the dark hallway. He spotted the door at the very end of it and instantly knew the prize was behind it. Of course, it was locked. Carewhumper wore the key around her neck like she was taunting him. He quickly picked the lock and pushed open the door. A small gasp could be heard, making Whumper’s lips curl into a smile. The prize stared up at him with wide eyes, nervous. He marched over, inspecting every inch. 

“She really thought she could hide you from me…” 

“S-Sir?” 

Whumpee was hanging from the red collar that was partially hidden by the white button up and black suit jacket. Whumpee was small, tiny even with perfectly clear skin and pretty eyes. This, indeed, was a prize. 

“She wasn’t kidding… If I had you to myself, I’d hide you too.” 

“Who… Who are you?” They asked timidly. 

“I’m Whumper.” He smiled as he ran his fingers over Whumpee’s immaculate curls. “I’m Carewhumper’s friend. She asked that you come with me.” 

“But–but she said she would tell me when I could come out herself.” 

“Well, she changed her mind and asked me to come fetch you.” Whumper shrugged. 

“But she promised. Mistress said she would tell me when I’m allowed to come out. She promised she would never change her rules without telling me first.” 

Whumper sighed. Of course she conditioned Whumpee to only listen to her. Why wouldn’t she? If they weren’t going to listen to Whumper, he’d have to do this the hard way. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a syringe. Whumpee instantly backed away. 

“Are you gonna hurt me?” 

“As long as you don’t scream and as long as you don’t struggle, I won’t.” His smile returned as he stepped closer. Whumpee instantly turned to make a run for it, knocking over a shelf. They tripped over and began crawling away. Their ankle was grabbed and they were dragged in the opposite direction. They screamed at the top of their lungs, angering Whumper. “I told you to keep your mouth shut.” He growled as he held Whumpee down to the floor, his free hand silencing them. They continued to attempt to get him off, kicking and scratching as best as they could. All movement stopped when Whumper moved his hand to their throat. 

“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you unless you screamed or struggled. I guess you really want to get hurt, Whumpee.” They could only cry weakly as the syringe came closer and closer to their skin. Whumper’s concentration was broken when an alarm sounded in the room. He looked around, confused. Where did the alarm come from? What was it even for? Carewhumper couldn’t have wiretapped the room, could she? 

He glared down at the small figure below him. “What did you do?!” 

“Nothing! I didn’t do anything sir!” 

“Then where is that damn alarm coming from?!” 

“You.” Whumper raised his head when he heard Carewhumper’s voice. She stood in the doorway with a smile. After a moment, the alarm stopped. “You triggered it when you entered this room. But the rest of the house doesn’t hear the alarm until Whumpee starts screaming. Or at least it should have gone that way. This room is sound sensitive.” 

Whumper let go of Whumpee and stood up. He put on a smile. “Listen, Carewhumper—” 

“No. There is no reasoning your way out of this. You hurt my precious Whumpee.” Her servants filed into the room, grabbed him and held him in place. Panic instantly washed over Whumper as he looked for a way out. The servants were too strong for him to fight off. Whumpee quickly rushed to hide behind Carewhumper. Whumper frowned when her eerie smile widened as she stepped closer. “Now, I’m going to hurt you and punish you for what you did to my Whumpee.”

TW: Captivity, Conditioned Whumpee, Manipulation, Creepy/Intimate Carewhumper

Athena hummed softly as she ran her hand over Emory’s hair. They were just as they had been since he finally began to behave properly. On her large white sofa, her arms and a blanket draped around him. 

Sometimes, she wonders if Emory could remember anything before that. If he even remembered how he’d gotten in this position in the first place. No matter, if it became a problem, she knew how to fix it. Speaking of problems… 

“Emy, Darling?” 

When he looked up at her with those bright, innocent eyes she couldn’t help but be proud of her work. Which was why she needed to protect it in the first place. 

“There are some very bad people in the world who might try to take you away.” 

Horror soon appeared in his gaze. “Why?” 

“Because they don’t want you to be happy with me. They want you to suffer.” Athena gave him a somber expression. 

“Are there a lot of them?” 

“Yes, many, many of them. The one who wants to take you away from me the most is Harley.” 

He tilted his head slightly, squinting and repeating her as if the name rang a bell. “Harley…?” 

“Yes. She is a very bad doctor. She’s been trying to take you away from me ever since that night she kidnapped you. Do you remember that Emy?” 

He thought for a moment. Did he remember that? He had a very fuzzy image of a woman he assumed was Harley but he had no idea exactly where or when he saw her. “I think so, yes.” 

Athena’s hand came up to gently caress Emory’s cheek. “She took you away from me one night and she tried to hurt you. I can’t have that happening again. So I need you to stay here at all times, okay? You can’t ever leave.” 

Why would he want to leave such a place of warmth and comfort? Especially if there were people out there who wanted to hurt and take him away. Of course he was staying! 

He nodded. “Okay.” 

She smiled at him, holding him closer. “I knew you would understand.”

TW: Restraints, Defiant Whumpee, Noncon Touching, Creepy/Intimate Whumper

Whumper laughed, making Team Leader raise his head. With his arms already raised above his head by a chain hanging from the ceiling while being forced to stand on his tiptoes, his vision briefly clouded. 

“I guess your little team doesn’t care about you after all.” Whumper’s wicked grin widened. “They haven’t attempted to come to your rescue yet.” 

Team Leader grunted, almost dropping his head. “I told them not to…” 

“Did you really?” Whumper stepped up to him. “Or are you saying that to make yourself feel better?” 

Team Leader glared at him, his vision clouding again. “So did you kidnap me to taunt me to death or are you actually going to torture me?” 

“Oh are you asking for it? Because I will provide.” The grin turned into a smirk as Whumper stepped ever closer, his hand coming up to his captive’s chin. “Just ask and you shall receive, you don’t have to worry about that part.” 

“Then do it already.” 

Whumper stepped away, turning his back. “Oh I am. I just haven’t decided what I’m going to do first.” 

“Are you saying that to make yourself feel better?” 

He instantly whipped back around, striking Team Leader’s cheek. For a brief moment, Team Leader wasn’t able to register the action, his dizziness growing stronger. “Don’t you mock me Leader! I don’t need to make myself feel better and justified by spouting out delusional nonsense! Unlike you who needs it for every little thing you do.” 

With a scoff, Whumper left the room in a furious march.

TW: Bad Caretaker, Multiple Creepy Sadistic Whumpers, Knife, Cutting, Brief Blood Mention, Forced Body Modification, Implied Kidnapping

Part 1

Whumper Two grumbled as he walked across the dance floor to his friends. “You assholes. Always starting shit without me…” 

“We haven’t done anything without you Whumper Two.” Caretaker reassured, patting his shoulder. He pointed to the servant walking by with a tray. “Get you a drink.” 

Whumper Two snatched a glass and frowned as he began drinking from it. “Caretaker said we should go back to old times.” Whumper Two choked on the champagne when Whumper One spoke. He laughed, patting his friend on the back. “Geez, I wasn’t that excited about it.” 

Whumper Two wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Repeat that.” 

Caretaker stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I had an idea. I met a new friend.” 

TW: Dehumanization, Bad Caretaker, Creepy Whumper

Caretaker stood from her desk as Whumper came limping into her office. She sighed. “What have you done this time?”

He paused to narrow his eyes at her. “Don’t you say that to me.”

She noted the way he was awkwardly holding his left hand. “Right. Then why are you limping again?”

“Pain’s acting up again.” He grimaced as he walked closer. It was then when Caretaker noticed there was blood on his left hand. Whumper waved his other hand. “Anyway, I had this idea.”

“An idea like what?” She crossed her arms.

“I was thinking, maybe I should invest in a stress ball.”

“Invest?” She raised a brow. “They’re too cheap for you to have to invest in one. You have money to spare to buy one right now. And what exactly makes you say something like that?”

“Uh…because I think I need one.” She squinted at him and he turned his head. “Okay it’s because I trashed my office again. Happy?”

“Is that why your hand is bleeding?”

“Maybe? It’s not really—”

She grabbed his hand and inspected the cut. She sighed softly and reached inside her desk. “I don’t think a stress ball would be enough for you. You need a punching bag.”

Whumper laughed. “Yeah, I really do…” He trailed off as a thought came to him, his smile eroding away. “What if I got a person to be my punching bag?”

“A person?” She began cleaning the wound.

“Yeah! Shit, that hurts—” He hissed.

“And what person would be willing to do that?”

“I don’t know but I’m sure I can find one.” He smiled.

“And where could we find one?” She asked as she placed a bandage over his cut.

“We know some people.” Whumper smirked. “And we can get it free of charge.”

“So we’re disregarding them as a person?”

“Why not?” He hummed, absentmindedly running his finger over the bandage as she put away the medical supplies.

“That might’ve been the smartest thing you’ve said in a while.”

Whumper paused. “What did you say?”

“I said that’s the smartest thing you’ve said in a while.” Caretaker repeated as she sat back down at her desk, continuing with her work.

Whumper smiled as he leaned over the screen of her computer. “You think so?”

“Yes.” She nodded, not bothering to look up at him. “I think you should do it.” Whumper’s smile widened. “You’re welcome.”

“Thanks, Darling. This is exactly why you’re my secretary, Caretaker.” He skipped out of her office with his head high.

Caretaker smiled as he shut the door behind himself. She would’ve given him the idea a long time ago but she decided to let him realize on his own. It took long enough. And thankfully, a gift she’d gotten for him would be coming tomorrow.

TW: Creepy/Intimate Carewhumper, Conditioned Whumpee, Manipulation, Captivity 

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Emory woke up, breaking out in a cold sweat. That same person Athena said tried to kidnap him was in his nightmares once again. They tried to coerce him to run away, to go with them. Even after he said no, they began to drag him away from his warm home. From his warm bed. From Athena. 

He quickly jumped out of bed and rushed into Athena’s room. She sat up, startled. “Emory?” She turned the lamp on at her bedside table. When the small light lit up the room, she saw his horrified expression. “Emy, what’s wrong?” 

“Athena, they came back! They tried to take me away from you again!” He cried. 

Understanding, she patted the spot next to her. “It’s alright, they’re gone now. You can sleep in here tonight.” He quickly climbed into bed, scrambling to get into her arms. She held him close and wiped his tears away. “It’s okay. You’re safe with me, Emy. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” 

Athena watched as Emory fell asleep in her arms. She hummed, thinking to herself. She smiled. She did this. She fixed everything just so Emory would only feel safe with her and only trust her. Why didn’t she think of this before? He would’ve never tried to run the first time. He could’ve been all hers to keep had she done this sooner. None of this would’ve ever happened had she started this little game from the beginning when she first claimed him as her own. 

Her plans would’ve been a lot easier from day one.

TW: Pet Whump, Collar and Leash, Conditioned Whumpee, Creepy/Obsessed Whumper, Bad Caretaker, Being Referred to as It

Whumper dragged Whumpee across the polished floors. Despite how much it hurt, he knew not to react. Whumper would stop the entire party just to reprimand him. But he also knew they wouldn’t do anything to make Caretaker upset. Whoever she was.

Despite how much he had to endure Whumper rambling about her, he didn’t actually know who she was. He only knew that Whumper was willing to do anything just for her attention and praise. They’d drop to their knees and give up everything just for her. Whumpee didn’t understand what made her so great. It was almost like Whumper saw her as a goddess to bow down to. No, there was no almost. Whumper did see her as a goddess to bow down to. And worship. Whumpee saw it first hand.

He always wondered what made them so attached to Caretaker. Why was she meant to be hailed as a goddess? What made her so special that a sociopath was willing to crumble just for her? It had to be something. Whumper never mentioned why they felt this way towards her but there had to be some reason. After all, they cleaned Whumpee up and gave them nice clothes just to drag them here.

They approached a woman in an elegant green dress, gold decorating her neck and wrists as she happily greeted the other guests. Whumpee assumed this was Caretaker. There was something about her that made the space around her brighten. She was smiling and full of energy. Maybe Whumper wanted to be around her because they were incapable of feeling that. Or maybe she filled a void inside them that Whumpee had no clue about.

The other guests quickly stepped away when they noticed Whumper. Whumpee guessed that was a sign that they didn’t limit their abuse and threats to one person. Caretaker’s attention was instantly brought to the two approaching her. Her smile widened as she brightened even more. By this point, Whumpee was blinded.

“Whumper! It’s so nice to see you! How are you?”

Whumper immediately switched the hand that held Whumpee’s arm. Wiping their now free hand on their suit jacket as if Whumpee had germs, they took Caretaker’s hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “How I’ve been doesn’t matter, dearest. What matters is if you’re enjoying your birthday ball.” Whumper even gave her a bow.

“Oh of course I am! I’m enjoying it even more now that I know you’ve arrived. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” She said sadly.

“Deepest apologies Mistress,” They briefly lowered their head. “I’ve been busy preparing your gift.”

“For three months?” She raised a brow.

“Yes.” They nodded.

“I bet it’s wonderful.” Caretaker smiled softly. Whumpee didn’t understand how she could so easily ignore Whumper’s monotone. He assumed this was normal for them to speak with absolutely no emotion. He almost wanted to hide when her gaze landed on him. “Whumper, who’s this adorable person?”

Whumper glared daggers up into Whumpee before dropping it and tunring back to Caretaker. “It’s your gift, Ma’am.”

“My gift?”

“Yes. This is Whumpee. Your new pet. I trained it just for you, Miss.”

“For me? Whumper you’re so sweet! Thank you!”

Great. She’s insane too. Whumpee saw a small smile on her face before glancing at Whumper’s hidden one. Not as insane as them I bet.

“It’ll do whatever you ask it. I trained it with hand motions and verbal commands so you can switch between them if you ever need to.” Whumper explained.

“That was so very sweet of you.”

The hidden smile revealed itself, even in spite of the monotone. “Anything for you, Miss.” The expression wasn’t long to stay as Whumpee felt once again, daggers being glared into the side of his head for several moments before Whumper snapped out of it. “Would you like me to put on its collar and its leash for you, Miss?”

TW: Past Captivity, Conditioned Whumpee, Past Intimate/Creepy Whumper

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Emory curled up nearby the fireplace with a large blanket. He did the same thing when he was with Athena. He missed her. He missed being with her. He missed living with her. He wanted to be back at her mansion, curled up with a cup of tea while she hummed softly to him. He remembered when he used to curl up with her on the couch as she stroked his hair. He remembered when she used to cuddle him, rocking him to sleep. 

Harley walked into the dark living room and noticed his shaking form on the floor. She leaned down, whispering softly. “You okay, Em?” 

“I want Athena back…” He whined, using the blanket to hide from her. 

“Well you can’t get her back, she’s… away right now.” 

Emory sat up, his tears were suddenly visible. “Why did you take me away?! Take me back! I want to go back home with her!” 

She hesitated. “I can’t do that, Emory.” 

“Why did you take her away?! I want her back!” 

“Well you can’t have her back. Ever.” It pained Harley that he was completely oblivious to the truth. But if anything was going to help fix him, then she was wiling to do it. 

TW: Hostage, Kidnapping, Creepy Whumper, Pet Whump, Shock Collar

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this is kind of a part two to Day 5

Whumper walked into the room with a proud grin and a glass in his hand. He sat down on the sofa next to the bound and gagged Caretaker. He smiled at her attempts to break free and scream, both failing miserably. He snapped his fingers twice before giving her his full attention. “You may as well give up, Darling. No one can hear you scream. Plus, you’ll hurt your throat and you don’t want that. Do you?” 

She stopped screaming when Whumpee walked into the room on all fours. She squinted and noticed what looked like a shock collar going around his neck. She grimaced as she watched Whumper command him as if he were a dog. He then trotted away, still on all fours. “Wow, you give up easier than I remember.” Her gaze quickly shifted back to Whumper. “I didn’t expect you to actually stop screaming. I figured you’d be defiant and stubborn about it like you are about everything else. Don’t stop because I said something. Your muffled screams are actually quite cute.” She glared at him. 

Whumpee came back to the room with a wine bottle. He handed it to Whumper before leaving. Caretaker attempted to speak. “What’s that?” Whumper raised a brow as he poured himself a glass. “I’m sorry Love, I didn’t catch that.” When Caretaker attempted kicking him, he paused and looked up. He chuckled, putting the bottle down. “Ah, I forgot.” He leaned forward and pulled down the gag. “Repeat that Darling?” 

“I said why are you doing this?!” She spat. 

“Doing what?” He frowned briefly. “I haven’t done anything.” 

“You haven’t done anything?! You literally kidnapped me and now you’re holding me hostage!” 

“Well, I had to get you back to me somehow.” He smiled with a quick shrug before sipping the wine. “You clearly weren’t coming on your own. Anyway, aren’t you happy to be back, Love? How does it feel to be home again?” 

“I hate you.” 

He gasped, holding a hand over his heart. “Be careful what games you play, Caretaker.” 

“Just let me go! I don’t want to be here! I left you for a reason back then, what makes you think that’s going to change?!” 

Whumper turned serious as he slammed the glass down on the end table nearby. He leaned forward. “Because I changed. I changed just so you’d take me back. I got everything you ever asked me for but I never got you. I changed everything just for you. Hell, I even burned all of those stupid suits you hated so much. I got you a pet, ready to obey anything you tell it. I did all of this for you.” 

She frowned, speaking more calmly. “And yet, you’re still a sick bastard.” 

“And it’s all because of you.”

TW: Past/Mentioned Kidnapping and Noncon Drugging, Restrained, Captivity, Sadistic/Creepy Whumper

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Whumpee woke up to darkness. Where am I? Why can’t I see anything? They tried to lift their hands but they found they couldn’t move them at all. They attempted to move the rest of their body and quickly came to the same realization. From the feel of it, they were tied down to a chair, their wrists bound to the arms. They sighed and hung their head. Well isn’t this great? 

They heard a heavy door shutting somewhere behind them and they lifted their head, turning to the left. 

“You’re awake!” They flinched and leaned forward when they heard a voice directly behind them. “Perfect timing, am I right?” They shivered when the voice was in their right ear, warm breath ghosting over their skin. 

“Who–who are you?!” Whumpee asked in alarm. 

“Who am I?” The voice was suddenly on their left, they flinched again. “How about a guess, huh?” 

“Sorry, I’m all outta guesses right now. Can you just tell me?” 

“Aw, how come? I like games, Whumpee.” It sounded like the voice was smiling as it moved away. 

“How do you know my name?” They frowned. 

“Oh Darling I know everything there is to know about you.” The voice was behind their head now. 

“Wait…you’re the person who drugged me! That’s who you are!” 

“There it is! See, aren’t games fun?” 

“This is not a game! You’ve literally kidnapped me, tied me to a chair and left me in a dark room! What kind of sick games do you play?!” 

“Oh, Whumpee, you really think it’s dark in here? You’re a lot dumber than I realized.” 

They heard a sigh before two hands brushed their face, snatching the blindfold off. A bright light hanging from the ceiling blinded Whumpee for a moment. They closed their eyes tightly and lowered their head. 

“If I wanted you in a dark place, I would’ve thrown you in that old warehouse. Or maybe even my shed.” 

“So what do you want with me?” 

“I just want some company. Been kind of bored for the past few months.” 

“And so you kidnap a person?” Whumpee frowned over their shoulder attempting to see their captor. 

“Of course.” Whumpee turned to their left when they felt a hand on their shoulder. They looked up and found a crooked grin. “You’re going to keep me entertained until I can’t use you anymore.” 

“What am I? A toy?” 

The grin turned into a smirk. “Precisely.”

TW: Kidnapping 

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Whumpee shivered and opened his eyes. He gasped and looked around when he realized he was in an unfamiliar place. He was on a bed with a blanket draped over him. He panicked when he felt a chain around his ankle and attempted to free himself. 

“It’s alright.” A voice spoke, making him jump. He looked around before his eyes landed on a figure leaning against the doorway. “Don’t be scared.” 

“Who are you?” 

“I’m your friend.” 

“My friend?” Whumpee squinted. “I’m sorry but I don’t think I know you.” 

“Well I think I should be allowed the honor of being called your friend.” He could see pearly whites thanks to the small lamp next to him. It reminded him of the Cheshire Cat. The thought made him grimace. 

“Why…why is that?” 

“Because I helped you. And that’s what friends do, right?” 

“Yeah, that’s what friends do… How did you help me?” 

“Your team left you behind. You were passed out, helpless, alone. I saved you.” 

Whumpee frowned slightly. “No they didn’t. They would never leave me.” 

“Well they did. They left you all alone. Said forget you and kept going. They didn’t look back either. But I saw you. And I saw what they did to you. So I took you in. Patched you up.” He noticed a hand motion forward towards his leg. Whumpee pulled the blanket off his legs and saw the gauze over his skin. “That’s what friends do for each other right?” 

“Um. Yeah. Thank you. But um, can I ask, why exactly am I chained? And can I see you? If we’re gonna be friends I would at least like to see you.” 

The figure stepped forward. A small smile on his lips, his hands were tucked in his pockets. He was wearing all black, a jacket clinging to his frame. Fear flashed across Whumpee’s gaze. This was the man they were fighting against. This was the man who committed the worst crimes imaginable. Now Whumpee was stuck in his territory. 

“I’m Whumper. I’m sure you’ve heard about me a couple times.” 

“Yeah… I heard about you.” 

“You’re welcome.” He smiled. 

“Are you gonna hurt me?” 

“No, no, no. Of course not.” He shook his head. “I would never hurt you. Or even abandon you for that matter. Not like your team did.” 

“They didn’t abandon me. You kidnapped me!” 

“I would never.” He gasped, offended with his hand over his chest. “That’s a low even I wouldn’t stoop to.” 

Whumpee frowned. “I don’t believe you. They would never leave me behind.” 

The frown was almost instantly returned. “If thats the case, explain to me why they let me take you in? Explain to me why you’re here and not at your headquarters where your medic can patch you up? Explain to me why I had to patch you up?” 

He thought for a moment. In a way, Whumper was right. Why wasn’t he being rescued by the team? Why wasn’t he back at their base? Why wasn’t he patched up by their medic? But what if the team was looking for him now? He shook his head. “No! They’re looking for me right now, I know they are! They wouldn’t leave me behind like that! You kidnapped me!” 

“If that’s what you think.” Whumper held his hands up, his frown dropping. “You know how long you’ve been here Whumpee?” 

“No…” 

“Forty-eight hours. Almost seventy-two. You’re telling me that your team wouldn’t abandon you and you’ve been here almost three days and they still haven’t come to save you? I mean, surely, they know you’re not with them. You’re quite hard not to notice Whumpee.” He smiled. 

The team actually abandoned him? They left him to…die? They haven’t come back to save him yet? Weren’t they worried about him? Didn’t they want to know he was okay? 

Tears began to fill Whumpee’s eyes. Whumper made a somber expression. “Aw, don’t cry Whumpee. You’re not completely alone. You still have me.” 

He blinked away his tears. “No I don’t. How do I know you won’t hurt me?” 

“Oh, Darling, I would never hurt you.” Whumper shook his head and stepped closer. Whumpee scooted backwards as if he could get away. He found himself unable to move when the chain wouldn’t allow him to go any further. “I’ll stay nothing but loyal to you Whumpee. I don’t believe in a friendship without loyalty. I say you stay here with me. I won’t abandon you like they did. I won’t hurt you like they did. I’ll be there through it all.” 

Whumpee tightly hugged himself as his tears began flowing. Whumper wrapped his arms around him, rubbing Whumpee’s arm as he sobbed. “It’s okay, Love. You’ll always have me. I won’t ever leave you behind.” 

TW: Blood, Kidnapping, Pet Whump, Creepy Whumper

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Whumpee grunted in pain as he limped. He held onto the brick wall next to him. He could barely see anything in the narrow alleyway, only the street ahead. He tried walking faster when he spotted the person he was looking for walking along the sidewalk. 

“Help!” He called weakly. “Please, help me!” 

The footsteps he heard paused. 

“Help me!” He called louder. 

They quickly changed direction and came closer. Seconds later, Caretaker appeared at the end of the alley, cautiously peeking her head around the corner. Whumpee tripped over his own feet as he attempted rushing up to her. Nervous, Caretaker went to catch him. Horror appeared on her face when she noticed the blood staining his shirt. She pushed his jacket back and found the blood stain was a lot larger. She gasped. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” 

Instead of Whumpee responding, a different voice answered. “Well done Whumpee.” 

Now terrified, Caretaker whipped around and found a tall man standing in front of her. She backed away, still holding up Whumpee. “Who are you? What do you want?!” 

“Oh, Darling, you are all I could ever want.” He smirked and stepped closer. Bringing his hand up to her face, he brushed his thumb over her cheek as she flinched. 

She quickly realized who she was talking to and mumbled in disbelief. “Whumper?” 

His gaze shifted to Whumpee. “Good job Whumpee. You’ll get a treat later. You’ve been a good boy these past few days.” He nodded and slid out of Caretaker’s hold. Whumper’s gaze went back to Caretaker. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his side as he grinned. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much, Love! You don’t know how much I’ve been longing to see you again! You’re finally coming back home to me!” 

She tried pushing him away. “No! I don’t want to! Stay away!” 

“Oh but Darling, you want to. Trust me. Plus, with me, you’ll be safe again. And you’ll get anything you want. Just like you used to. Even that pet you used to beg me for.” He snapped his fingers at Whumpee and they began walking down the alleyway in the opposite direction she came from. “Don’t you want back your life of luxury you had with me?” 

“No! I want to get away from you!” She frowned, still attempting to break free. “I want to go home!” 

“Darling, you will go home. To our home. You’ll love it there just like you used to. I’ll even pretend you never left.” 

“I did leave! And I’m never coming back!” 

“Oh, Darling,” He shook his head somberly as he clicked his tongue. “Don’t say such things. You hurt my feelings.” 

“Have you ever thought that’s maybe what I wanted?” 

“Have you ever thought that you’re what I wanted?” 

TW: Implied/Mentioned Past Abuse

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Whumpee flinched when they heard a shattering sound. Terrified, they hid inside the hallway closet, waiting to hear a shout. When it never came, they nervously peeked their head out. Instead of shouting, they heard talking coming from the kitchen. They were more than confused. Caretaker couldn’t speak. She was nonverbal. Who could possibly be talking? They boldly stepped closer towards the kitchen and the talking became clear. 

“So this is where you’ve been hiding from me? All this time?” 

Whumpee recognized that voice. They knew that voice anywhere. Whumper. Without a second thought, Whumpee rushed to Caretaker’s rescue. Adrenaline rushing through their veins, they pushed Whumper away from Caretaker and shouted. “Don’t hurt her!” 

Whumper stepped back, shock washing over both his and Caretaker’s faces. He let out a chuckle. A grin appeared on his lips. “What have we here? Caretaker, you didn’t tell me about this little nuisance you have here with you. It’s quite loud and annoying now, isn’t it?” 

“Leave her alone! If you’re gonna hurt her, you’re gonna have to go through me!” Whumpee stood in front of Caretaker, arms outstretched, their body acting as a shield. Caretaker only turned her head. Her expression was unreadable. 

“Hurt her?” Whumper repeated. He laughed. “Whumpee, may I remind you exactly who put each of those bruises all over your body? Or even the bruises on your precious Caretaker’s body?” 

Whumpee frowned. “What are you talking about?” 

“Oh! I guess she hasn’t told you, has she?” 

“How would she tell me? She can’t talk, she’s nonverbal.” 

Whumper’s eyes widened. He effortlessly stepped around Whumpee. “Is that what you told them? You can’t speak? That you’re nonverbal?” Caretaker turned her head to avoid Whumpee’s confused gaze. Whumper smirked over at them as he wrapped an arm around Caretaker. “That’s right Whumpee. Caretaker and I go way back. Isn’t that right Darling?” 

Caretaker kept her head turned. “Yes… It’s true.” 

Whumpee gasped. She could actually talk? This entire time? Why did she lie? Why did she pretend she couldn’t this whole time? What shocked them even more was how beautiful and angelic her voice sounded. 

“Caretaker…why?” 

“Her voice is beautiful, isn’t it?” Whumper hummed. “Once upon a time, she’d sing for me every night.” He turned her head so she’d face him. “Didn’t you Angel?” She only pushed his hand away. 

“Caretaker, why did you lie to me?” Whumpee asked quietly. 

“I guess I trained you well, yeah? Her voice is mine and only meant for me to hear. Isn’t that right, Love?” 

“Yes. That’s right.”