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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: 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: 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: 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: Conditioned Whumpee, Possessive Whumper, Brief Kidnapping Mention

Of course I don’t need Whumper. I could live freely and happily without them. My life would be perfect without them around. 

That’s what Whumpee’s been attempting to convince themself for the past three days. 

Wow, three days? It’s only been three days? I feel like I’ve been away for three years… 

They smiled. That’s a good sign right? They’ve been so distracted with all the things around them that they completely forgot how much time had actually gone by. They could keep this up forever! Whumpee was proud of their independence. If they could do it for seventy-two hours, they could do it for seventy-two years. 

In fact, Whumpee was so proud, they were sure they could go out at night and be perfectly fine. Whumper always told them that there were people who wanted to take Whumpee away that mostly wandered around at night. Because of that, Whumpee was never allowed near windows or even above ground at night. They couldn’t even remember what the moon or the stars looked like. At least until they were let free. 

The night sky was absolutely gorgeous! Did stars always twinkly so beautifully? Was the moon always that bright? Why would Whumper deprive them of such a sight? It should be considered a crime. Whumpee found themself a spot to get the best view of it. If everything looked pretty there in the daytime, who’s to say it wouldn’t at night? 

When Whumpee got there, they noticed that no one was around. They raised a brow but decided to shrug it off. At least they wouldn’t have to worry about anyone trying to get them. That would be one more time they prove Whumper wrong. 

They walked towards the pier, looking around to be sure no one was near. They flinched when they noticed a figure about thirty feet away. Forcing themself to think positive, Whumpee kept walking. Their positive thoughts increased when they took a look at the scenery before them.

The moonlight reflected onto the water, along with the many pretty stars. It made everything seem to glow, whatever was in the distance became a silhouette dancing across the water. It was amazing. It was nothing like all of the terrors Whumper instilled into their brain over the course of their time with them. How could they hide such a wonderful thing from Whumpee? 

“Hey!” 

Whumpee was pulled from their thoughts when the figure called out to them. They looked around and pointed to themself. “M-me?” 

“Yeah, you!” The figure stepped closer, into the light shone by an overhead light, a frown on the person’s face. “What are you doing out here?” 

Whumpee instantly averted their gaze. “I… I was just looking.” 

“Looking for what?” 

“I–no–I-I was just looking at the sky.” They reluctantly glanced upwards to find a furrowed brow. 

“What, is it your first time seeing it?” They took a step closer, making Whumpee start to inch away. 

“Well I…” They paused when they heard a creak behind them. Whumpee turned to find two more figures walking up. Panic instantly rose in their chest. They started to take back their doubts about Whumper’s words. The figures each continued to step closer and closer. 

Without a second thought, Whumpee did the only thing they knew how to do: run. 

Whumpee bolted off, screaming as they went. There was bound to be someone around to hear them and come rescue them. When no one seemed to be coming to their rescue, they remembered exactly where they were. On a pier late at night with no one around. They were bound to end up kidnapped or worse. 

“Help! Help me! Please!” 

Whumpee checked their tail before running into something. They nearly fell to the ground, screaming, when the person held them tightly. 

“Whumpee? Whumpee, are you okay?” 

It was none other than Whumper. 

Whumpee instantly burst into tears, burying their face in Whumper’s chest. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” 

“Sorry, for what Darling?” Whumper asked softly as they brought their hand to Whumpee’s cheek. 

“That-that you were wrong! And they–and they—” 

“Slow down, slow down.” They patted Whumpee’s head. “Tell me what happened.” 

“They tried to hurt me! They tried to get me! Just like you said!” They sobbed. “They were trying to take me away!” 

Whumper held them close. “Well it’s okay now, Darling. You’re safe with me.” 

Whumpee wiped their face, sniffling. “I’m sorry I doubted you…” 

“Let’s get you somewhere safe. I’m sure, you’re a little shaken up from that happening.”

TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker, Defiant Whumpee, Possessive Whumper

Whumper sighed as he stared down at the stack of papers in front of him. He was tired of looking at paperwork, he really wanted to take a break. No, a vacation.

Caretaker walked into the room and placed a fresh cup of coffee on his desk. Whumper paused when he noticed a scratch peeking out from under their sleeve. His hand instantly grasped their wrist, making them flinch. He frowned slightly and looked up at the nervous expression on their face. His thumb brushed over the scratch.

“What is this?”

“What? I–I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Caretaker forced a smile that Whumper could see right through.

His grip tightened as he rolled up their sleeve, much to their dismay. What Whumper originally thought to be a small scratch, turned out to be one among many large ones. Very few seemed to be healed. “Where did these come from?”

“Where…did what come from?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Caretaker! Where the hell did these come from?”

They went silent, their gaze shifting elsewhere before landing on something to their right. Whumper followed their gaze to the monitor that displayed live footage of the crouching figure in the corner of an unfinished room. Whumper stood, pulling Caretaker towards him before forcing them into the desk chair. They instantly attempted protesting as he turned to leave. He turned back, lowering his voice and leaning close.

“You don’t move from this chair, understand?”

Knowing what Whumper would be willing to do to show them, they nodded slowly. “Yes sir…”

~~

Whumpee didn’t budge when he heard the clicking sounds on the other side of the door. It was probably just Caretaker again with food. He pondered scaring them again to make them go away. The food wasn’t all that great anyway.

When all of the locks were unlocked, the heavy door swung open, hitting against the wall with an ear splitting slam.

Confused, Whumpee sat up, instead finding an angry Whumper marching into the room. However, before he could move another inch, his back was forced against the wall with Whumper’s hand around his throat. He attempted prying the hand off as he desperately gasped for oxygen.

“You got some nerve Whumpee.” Whumper spoke sternly. “Thinking you can just get away with hurting my precious Caretaker.”

“Your precious Caretaker?” Whumpee wheezed. “They seem more like a servant to you.”

“I’ll make you their servant if you ever have the nerve to hurt them again.” His grip tightened. “I shouldn’t even allow you the luxury of getting food in the first place. You don’t deserve it.” Just as Whumpee’s eyes began rolling back and fluttering, his grip loosened. “Since you want to act like an animal, I’ll make sure you get treated like one.”

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: 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.” 

TW: Creepy/Intimate Whumper, Noncon Drugging and Touching (Nonsexual), Implied Attempt at Conditioning 

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Whumpee grimaced as Whumper held them close. Usually, they’d be doing whatever they could to get away from him. But they couldn’t. Even if they tried. Whumper learned about a drug from a friend. A paralytic. He gave it to Whumpee for the very first time. He seemed beyond excited about it, unlike Whumpee on the other hand. 

They hated this. Being forced to lay in his arms as he cooed and caressed them like this was an everyday occurrence. Like he didn’t nearly kill them a few days ago. Like they were Whumper’s lover. They wished the drug would wear off so they could push him away and make a run for it. Whumper was bold enough to leave the door open and unchain them. Maybe, just maybe if Whumpee was lucky, they’d finally be able to get away from this madness. This madman. 

“Why the frown, my darling?” Whumper smiled softly as he brushed a lock of hair away from Whumpee’s eyes. They didn’t respond, attempting to look away. “Don’t be like that, love.” 

He hummed. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this earlier. I could’ve gotten what I wanted a whole lot sooner.” He smiled, raising their head to meet gazes. “You know, I don’t actually enjoy hurting you. I didn’t bring you here to hurt you. I brought you here because you’re gorgeous. No one else deserves to see you. But you just keep trying to leave me. I have to show you that leaving is bad somehow.” 

He ran his thumb over their lips. “Even if that means I have to hurt you or drug you. I’ll show you how nice I can be. You’ll wonder why you ever tried to leave.” 

What a liar… Whumpee didn’t believe a single word he was saying. He meant to hurt them, that was what he wanted. He just used them trying to get away as an excuse to do it. They began silently begging the drug to wear off. 

His smile disappeared. “You just don’t understand, do you? You think you should be allowed to roam free, don’t you?” They looked up at Whumper. They assumed they were meant to say something based on his drastic change in tone. “Do I need to remind you Whumpee of the things that could happen to you? Someone could kill you, hurt you, take advantage of you. I’m doing you a favor by keeping you out of sight. Away from prying eyes that might try to take you from me.” Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s chin, bringing them closer as he lowered his voice to a threatening whisper. “You’ll learn to appreciate what I do for you. One day you’ll see and realize I’m doing this for your own good and you’ll thank me for it. Mark my words Whumpee.” 

TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker

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Whumpee flinched and whimpered in pain as Caretaker cleaned the fresh open wounds across their body. “Caretaker, I—” 

“No. I don’t want to hear it.” She frowned. She wiped the last wound and discarded the cotton ball in the small bin next to her. She grabbed a new cotton ball and put ointment over it as she shook her head. “I’m sick of hearing it.” 

“Caretaker, I swear—” 

“Just stop it Whumpee. Your lies and excuses aren’t doing anything.” She glared at them and began rubbing the ointment over their wounds.  “You’re hurting yourself and you’re trying to say Whumper is hurting you. And I know he’s not. When will you ever stop lying? Whumper would never hurt anyone.”