Insert Chaos

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.”

“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: 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: Conditioned Whumpee, Past Captivity, Amnesia

Emory curled up underneath the thin sheet that served as his blanket. He really hated it at the hospital. He had way better blankets when he was with Athena. At the thought of her, his eyes welled with tears. He missed being with Athena. He wanted to go back to her house. He wanted to go back to when they sat at the fireplace together. He wanted to go back to when he got nice warm baths. He wanted to go back to being in her arms. 

He wanted to go back to feeling safe. 

A nurse walked into the room along with Harley. He shrunk away when she stepped closer to the bed. “Emory, I’m going to ask you a couple of questions, okay?” The nurse spoke gently. 

“Okay…” He spoke quietly. 

“Has anyone hurt you recently?” 

“No.” He shook his head. 

“At all?” 

“No.” 

The nurse hummed and looked over at Harley. She bit her lip, almost drawing blood as she thought to herself. She stepped closer to the bed again. “Emory, you told me about a woman named Athena when you first came to my house. Do you remember that?” 

Emory thought for a moment, the memory instantly coming to the forefront of his brain. He remembered vividly. He remembered exactly how it happened and when it happened. He remembered exactly what he told Harley. He remembered how badly he cried to her about what happened. About how Athena hurt him. 

But surely, that was just a mistake, right? Athena didn’t mean to hurt him. It was an accident. She said so herself. She promised it wouldn’t happen again. There was nothing to be concerned about. 

Granted, his memory was a bit fuzzy around that event and the events afterwards. He wasn’t sure what happened after that. He only remembered being with Athena. He remembered when he got warm baths and warm blankets. He could have all of the tea he wanted. And Athena didn’t hurt him during that time. So it wasn’t anything serious, right? 

“No.” 

Harley stared at him for several seconds, her brows furrowed. She didn’t believe him. It was evident in her gaze. Despite it, she nodded for the nurse to continue questioning him. 

“Have you ever experienced a loss of consciousness and had no memory of what happened before that?” 

He vaguely remembered something like that happening. He and Athena were… somewhere, he wasn’t sure. One minute he was a couple of feet away from her, the next he was in her arms seeing a worried expression. Does that count? 

“No.” 

“Have you ever been held against your will?” 

What kind of question was that? 

“No.” 

“Emory, tell her the truth.” Harley cut in with a deep frown as she stepped closer to the bed. “Don’t lie about what happened–” 

“I am telling the truth!” He cried as his tears became more visible. She stood in shock as she watched them roll down his face. “I don’t wanna be here! I just want to go back home! Where–where I was safe!” 

“Emory, you weren’t safe with Athena. You never were. All she did was hurt you and manipulate you. You don’t even know who you are anymore because of her. Do you?” 

Here's another very random snippet until everything returns to normal <3

Emory was beyond surprised at the fact that he’d finally gotten to see what the outside of Athena’s house looked like. It was even larger than he thought. He couldn’t help staring at it as the car they rode in drove further and further away. When they got to the bottom of the hill it was placed on, the man in the driver’s seat stopped to put a code in a silver box, resulting in the large gate in front of them to open. He heard Athena giggling next to him and he turned his gaze towards her. 

“You have the tendency to be so adorable, Emy.” She smiled softly. With no idea on how to respond, he just ignored the comment altogether. 

They arrived at a building that was a bit smaller than a hospital. And, to Emory, a lot scarier looking than a hospital. It was almost just as bright as it was at the mansion when they walked inside. There were several doctors and nurses congregating nearby. Athena’s earlier statement began to make sense. It seemed that no one had anything better to do. They were instantly taken to a room by a nurse. It seemed like any other check up to Emory but something about the eeriness of the place made him think otherwise. It wasn’t longer before the doctor showed up, a cigarette placed between his lips as he grinned crookedly. 

“Athena! You’re back to see me already?” 

Wait, why does his voice sound so familiar? 

Emory noted Athena’s eye roll. “I’m only here because he wanted a check up. I’m not here because of you.” 

“Aw, you hurt my feelings.” He took one last drag of the cigarette before putting it out and tossing it in the trash. He washed his hands before pulling a stool up to the table. He sat down. “Alright, what’s the deal?” 

“His head has been hurting for a couple of days. First he got sick with a fever then his head started for days on end.” She explained. “He woke up this morning without having one but it started when he went downstairs where the sun was shining.” 

The man stood and began examining Emory’s eyes and ears. “You got light sensitivity, little guy?” 

He frowned slightly. It deepened when the smell of cigarettes took over his senses. “No.” 

“You sure?” He nodded. “You ever fall out of bed in your sleep?” 

“No. I don’t think so.” 

“Then maybe Athena did it.” The doctor smirked when she glared at him. “You ever experience migraines before?” 

“No.” 

“You been doing anything you got no business?” 

“Um no…” Emory answered confusedly. 

“No drugs, alcohol, none of that?” 

“No.” 

The doctor frowned and thought for a moment. “Maybe you’re still sick.” He placed his hand on his forehead. He forced Emory to turn his head to the left and he paused for several moments. Not only was Emory confused, he was also nervous. Why did he have to turn his head? And why wasn’t he being asked any more questions? He flinched away upon feeling something cold brush behind his ear. There was more silence before the doctor spoke again. “That hurts?” 

“A little.” 

“Does your head hurt in any specific spot?” 

“Mostly there.” 

The doctor hummed. After a moment, he leaned away. “You’re fine. You’ll live. I think it’s just a side effect from your fever.” 

“Are you sure?” Emory raised his brows. 

“Yep.” He reached in his pockets for something. “You’re fine, just get some rest.”

Uhh, life happened and I forgot to write up my weekly post so…oops. Instead of scrambling to pull something out of the sky, have this snippet from my story over on Ao3 which you should definitely go read. 👀

Emory woke up freezing. He felt feeble, almost unable to move at all. Instead of the strange room he saw earlier, he was back in his new bed. He shook violently as he curled up underneath his blanket. “Athena?” He called weakly.

She immediately appeared in the doorway with a concerned expression. “Yes, Darling? What’s wrong?” She noted how balled up he was and rushed to his bedside.

“I don’t feel good.”

She pressed the back of her palm against his forehead. Her brows furrowed. “You’re burning up Emy! What’s wrong? Why are you sick?”

“I don’t know but it’s really really cold.”

“Okay, let me go get you some medicine.” She walked out of the room, coming back with a cup of medicine and a bottle of water. Despite wanting to refuse it, Emory took the medicine anyway and drank the water. He was starting to hate consuming things if he was honest. Every time he did, Athena had drugged it in some way.

What if that was the reason he was sick in the first place? His body wasn’t used to all of these drugs and medications. And Athena was giving them to him every chance she got. How could he even trust the medicine she was giving him? If it even was medicine. Before he could think of anything else, the words he heard from Athena echoed in his mind.

“Don’t give him too much!”

She seemed panicked when she said those words. As if she was willing and ready to protect him from the other voice in the room.

But was that a dream? Or did that really happen?

It couldn’t have been a dream. Right? Whatever happened, really happened. It had to. That wasn’t something Emory would have dreamed about. Or maybe it was, considering how the past few nights have been going. He was forced to sleep, even when he didn’t want to. He got gaslit about it after asking, who’s to say he wouldn’t be if he asked again? He didn’t think that was something he wanted to risk. To add to it, she’d say it was misbehaving.

“Do you need anything? Do you want another blanket and a heating pad? Want some tea?”

Emory felt somewhat alarmed. He didn’t want to say yes to any of those questions. What if Athena drugged him again? Emory was too scared to take anything from her now. He didn’t want to get drugged again. It’s happened way too many times for his liking.

“No thank you. I just want to be alone.” He shook his head.

“Are you sure? You don’t want me to stay in here with you?”

He shook his head again, this time more rapidly in spite of the oncoming headache. Shock suddenly appeared on Athena’s face as her hand came up to his. “You’re really sick, even your eyes are running. Emy, are you sure you don’t need anything?”

“Yes.” He nodded, slowly inching away from her.

“Well if you say so…” She stepped away from the bed, concern still evident on her features. “Call me if you need me, okay?” When he nodded, she walked out of the room, leaving him with his racing thoughts.

Emory brought his own hand up to his eyes. He didn't think they were running… Am I crying? He quickly wiped his face before more tears could fall. Pulling his knees to his chest, he tightly held himself. Maybe he should stop making such great claims. It seemed as if every time he said something about being happy living with Athena, something went wrong. If he stopped would these strange things also stop happening? Would that make anything better?

TW: Choking, Punishments for Misbehavior, Implied Conditioning Attempt, Intimate Whumper

Guys I finally figured out how to write normally again! 😭 Except when it comes to titles. I've been in a slump for what felt like forever but I think it's over now. I decided to revive a scrap I had so I can refresh my brain on my ocs. Enjoy <3

Emory sat on the floor by the fireplace, bundled in a blanket. They were surprised to find themselves here. They guessed Athena truly felt bad for them. Well, not only did she force them into freezing water, she also nearly drowned them. Twice. They flinched at the very thought of it. 

They flinched again when they noticed Athena walking up to them. She had a small smile on her face as she sat down. She had a bowl and spoon in her hand. It was oatmeal. Of course. She picked up a spoonful and held it up to Emory. They leaned away from it, unsure of the gesture. Was there something wrong with the oatmeal? Why was she feeding it to them? Usually, she’d just hand them the bowl and leave. But she was…feeding them? 

Hesitating, Emory reached for the spoon. Athena frowned and grabbed their chin, forcing their mouth open before feeding them the oatmeal. Emory leaned back, tasting for anything strange. When they realized nothing was wrong with it, another spoonful was held up to them. Emory sat in confusion as Athena fed them. They decided that maybe this was one of the things she was going to be gentle about. Once they were done, she left and came back empty handed. She sat in the same spot she was in before she walked away. She smiled softly, her hand reaching out to caress Emory’s cheek. They tried their best not to flinch. They found themself leaning closer upon feeling the warmth of her palm. However, they weren’t able to enjoy the feeling for long when her hand ran down to squeeze their throat. 

“What did I tell you would happen if you disobeyed me?” Athena grumbled in their ear. 

“That you– you would pun–punish me…” Emory gasped. 

“And what did you do?” 

“I–I disobeyed you… I’m sorry! I–” They were dropped to the floor and immediately began taking in as much air as they possibly could. 

“It’s pathetic, Emory. Honestly.” Athena frowned down at them. “I ask you to follow simple instructions and you can’t even do that. What good are you if you can’t do that? Would you like me to get rid of you entirely?” 

“No! No, please!” 

She picked Emory up by their shirt. “Then you better start acting like it.”

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: Noncon Drugging, Conditioned Whumpee, Implied Past Captivity

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Harley tiptoed into Emory’s room. She peeked inside and found him still awake, staring in the exact same spot he’d been in when she tucked him in the first time. His lavender scented night light seemed to fail at its job. She sighed, flipping the lights on. “Emory, you’ve been here for almost three days now and you haven’t slept yet. You haven’t slept since you’ve been in the hospital. Why won’t you sleep?” 

Emory blinked away tears. “I want to see Athena…” 

“I’m sorry Em, but you can’t. She… She’s–” 

“But I want to!” His voice cracked, surprising Harley. “I wanna see her! I wanna see her now! I wanna go back!” 

“You can’t go back, Emory. It’s too dangerous for you.” She could see the exhaustion slowly starting to eat away at him. She didn’t understand why he refused to sleep. Clearly, his attachment to Athena had a lot to do with it. She sighed as she reluctantly decided to turn to her last resort. “Are you thirsty?” He nodded slowly. “Come on. We’ll get you some tea.” 

When she handed him the cup, he instantly began to down it. Part of Harley wanted to scold him for not telling her that he wanted something to drink. But she held her tongue, even after Emory gave her the empty cup. A mere five minutes had gone by before Emory finally collapsed, closing his eyes. 

Quickly going to catch him, Harley was shocked it worked so fast. Usually, sleeping drugs take longer to start working. Even the ones she used on patients at the hospital. She wondered why it worked on him so easily. Had sleeping drugs been the only way to get him to sleep when he was with Athena? Or did she drug him just to benefit herself? Either way, this would probably add length to his recovery. 

With a sigh, Harley picked up her small cousin and carried him to his room to tuck him back in.

TW: None

@whumpuary

Emory stirred from his unconsciousness and looked around. What happened? He looked to his right and found Athena with a concerned expression. His head started to pound.

“You’re awake.” She spoke softly, her hand cupped his cheek as she briefly smiled. “You collapsed and passed out. I didn’t know what happened. I was scared.” Her hand reached up to caress his curls.

He inhaled slowly before furrowing his brows. “My head hurts… a lot.”

“It does? I’ll get you some medicine okay?”

Emory thought for a moment. “Athena, can you stay here? I’m… I’m scared.”

“Why are you scared, Emy?”

“Because… What if it happens again?” Tears filled his eyes. This, in fact, was not the first time he’d suddenly fallen unconscious. This being the third, he was terrified. What if he passes out and Athena’s not anywhere nearby? What if he falls and he hurts himself and she’s not around? Then what? What if he…

What if he doesn’t wake up?

Athena hummed, thinking for a moment. “Do you want to go get a check up and see why it’s happening?” Emory nodded, his tears slowly falling down his face. “How about we get one scheduled for tomorrow? Would that make you feel better?”

“But I still want you to stay here. I don’t want to be alone.”

“Okay.” She smiled warmly. “I’ll stay with you. Let’s go get some tea.”

TW: Implied Past Torture

@whumpuary

Maybe it was how bumpy the ride was that woke Emory up. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t on the cold floor with nothing to warm himself. He was laying across a backseat with a blanket draped over him. Where was he? He couldn’t even register his surroundings fully when he fell back unconscious. Was he getting kidnapped again? At this point did it even matter if he was? He was never going back to his normal life anyways.

He later opened his eyes again and found himself in a bed with medical machinery all around him. Maybe a doctor decided to kidnap him this time.

He looked down and noticed the cut on his arm had a bandage placed over it. He also couldn’t feel any pain there. Or anywhere, shockingly.

When a nurse came to check on him and bring him food, he didn’t bother asking what he was doing there. He didn’t even bother touching the food he was given.

It was probably drugged. Just like all the food he’d been given before.

Eventually, a curly haired woman walked into the room. She wore a large black coat with her purse clinging to one shoulder. She seemed relieved when she saw Emory.

“You’re okay! I’m glad you’re finally conscious again. Are you feeling better? You said you were in pain all night on the way here.”

He raised a brow. “Who are you?”

Her smile fell. “Em, it’s me. Harley. Your cousin.”

“Oh…” He briefly glanced around the room. “Um, why are you here?”

“Because I rescued you! I saved you! You’re free from her now!”

“You did? Um, thank you. I think…” He turned his head away from her, no emotion in his face whatsoever. She watched him silently for several moments, observing his blank expression.

“I guess me and you have a lot to work on before getting you back to your normal life again…”

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: Implied Choking

@whumpuary

Spoilers kinda for my story over on AO3

Harley relaxed on her sofa, reaching for her remote. She paused when she heard a weak knock at the door. With a raised brow, she glanced at the time before cautiously walking up to the window. She noticed a small, familiar figure standing outside her door. She quickly opened it and found her cousin. 

“Emory? What’s wrong? What are you doing here?” She looked him up and down. He stood weakly on the other side of the doorframe. He was dressed up in a suit, though he was completely disheveled. Dirt was on his face and his white button up. Tears were in his eyes as he took a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry.” He choked. “I didn’t know where else to go.” 

“No, no, no, it’s okay. Come in, it’s cold out there.” She helped him inside to the sofa. “What’s going on? Why are you out of breath?” 

“I just need to stay here. Please. I don’t want her to hurt me again.” His tears started to fall. 

Harley scooted closer and wrapped a comforting arm around him. “Who is her?” 

“Athena. She’s insane! Just let me stay here so she won’t find me. I don’t want to go back!” 

“You can stay as long as you need to. I’ll bring you some tea, okay?” Emory nodded, wiping his tears. She rushed to the kitchen to pour a cup before coming back to give it to him. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” She smiled. It quickly fell when he began sipping the beverage. She noticed what looked like bruises on his neck. He flinched when her hand moved his collar out of the way. He sat frozen. 

“Emory?” 

“Yes…?” 

“This Athena. Has she been…choking you?” 

TW: Mentioned Torture, Multiple Whumpers, Lab Rat Whumpee

Pain shot across Taylor’s body as they opened their eyes. For once, they didn’t wake up to bright lights in their face. Instead they woke up to a soft light. When they raised their head, they realized they weren’t strapped to a table. Instead, they were in a comfortable bed with a pillow and a blanket. Taylor forced themself upright. They instantly went back down as the pain sharpened. 

“Ah, our little test subject’s awake.” They heard Sydney’s voice somewhere nearby. They heard shuffling coming towards the bed. 

“The pain’ll go away soon.” Lee said firmly. Taylor opened their eyes again and found the doctors standing over them. “Usually, I’d be giving you more pain medicine, but you might get addicted. And that’s not what we need you addicted to.” 

“Water…” Taylor mumbled weakly. 

“Of course, of course.” Sydney nodded and picked up the glass on the nightstand. They held up the straw for Taylor to sip the water. After taking several sips, Taylor leaned away. The glass was placed back on the table. 

Lee walked over and picked up the tablet that was propped up next to the water. They scrolled for a few moments before humming. “All of your stats are good. I guess we just used you into exhaustion. That’s a bit troubling.” They huffed. “Apologies.” 

Sydney pressed their hand against Taylor’s forehead. “I mean at least we know the chip works.” 

“Don’t make me strange you Sydney.” Lee frowned. 

“For what?” They frowned back. 

“The tests and experiments being successful aren’t the only things that matter. Taylor matters too. They’ll only be successful if Taylor reacts with it properly.” 

“I shouldn’t be the one you’re strangling then.” 

“You are the one I should be strangling! Use your brain for once Sydney.” Lee rolled their eyes. They turned back to Taylor. “If you need something, call the nurse, Avis. They’ll be here in a minute. They’ll come in here to bring you food. We have business to take care of. We’ll be back in about a week.” Their frown deepened. “Don’t get any ideas.” 

The doctors walked out of the room, leaving Taylor alone. A smile almost appeared on their face. They wouldn’t get any torture from the doctors for a week? Had luck finally beamed down on them? Was this a dream? What were the odds of this happening? 

But what if the nurse was just as bad? What if they hurt them just like the doctors did? Then Taylor wouldn’t get a break. What if the nurse was worse than the doctors? Then what? Taylor decided to just sit and wait for the nurse to show up. Eventually, they arrived. 

There was a soft knock on the door before it opened, revealing the nurse. They smiled softly with a cup in their hands. “Hello Taylor.” 

“Um…hi.” They spoke cautiously. 

“I’m Avis. I’ll take care of you while Lee and Sydney are away, okay?” They walked over to the end table and placed the cup down. It had a straw just like the glass of water, thankfully. “This is some tea in case you wanted any.” 

“Okay.” 

“Call me if you need anything, alright?” 

Taylor nodded, watching as the nurse left. It seemed that they were overreacting. The nurse wasn’t bad at all. At least, for now they weren’t. Hopefully, it will stay that way.

TW: Captivity, Conditioned Whumpee

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Emory stared out the window with a grimace. He wasn’t sure why but he hated the snow. It made him feel confused. And he didn’t like that. It was almost as if it was forcing him to remember something he doesn’t know. Maybe it wasn’t the snow. Maybe it was the color white in general that he hated. He wasn’t sure. 

“Would you like to go outside Darling?” 

He turned around and faced Athena. He shook his head. “No thank you, Miss. I like it better in here.” 

“Are you sure? You never know when it might snow again. You don't want to go enjoy it while you can?” 

He shook his head. “No. I don’t like the snow.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because it’s scary. It makes me feel like it’s trying to force me to remember something. And it’s cold! And bright.” 

Athena laughed. “Well how about I draw you a warm bubble bath then?” 

He smiled and nodded. “Yes please.”

TW: Multiple Whumpers, Doctor Whumpers, Lab Rat Whumpee, Medical Whump

Whumpee: Taylor (they) // Whumpers: Lee (they) & Sydney (they)

Restraints

"This Is Gonna Hurt"

When The Cats Are Away

TW: Blood, Discussions of Suicide and Death, Alcoholism

Jackie (they), Milan (she), Cara (she)

Down A Friend

At Fault

White Robes

I'll start writing the full story over on AO3 soon