TW: Blood, Guns, Implied Death
“Whumper–” Carewhumper sighed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t make me call you know who to talk you out of this. Just let it go! Even if you find him, you’re gonna die.”
“I’m not letting shit go.” Whumper grunted as he reloaded his gun. “Even if it’s the last thing I do.” He bit back a groan as he glanced down at his now red shirt.
“See! Look, you should just let it go. Come on, you can get him later. If I hurry up and get you back, you’ll be fine. I know you’re getting weaker by just standing there, you can barely even do that!”
Carewhumper’s words were disregarded as Whumper walked out of the building. She sighed again and rushed to stop him. “Whumper, this is crazy sauce! There’s no way you’re going to make it in time anyway! Let’s just–”
“If you’re so scared then you go back.” He shouted over his shoulder, never stopping.
“I’m–ugh!” She grabbed his arm, forcing him to face her. “I’m not scared of what Whumpee’s going to do. I’m scared of losing my friend. All of us are. You really think they’re going to let me walk back into that base and say you’re dead? We cannot afford to lose you, Whumper. We’ve already lost so much because of Whumpee. We can’t lose you too.”
He only stared in silence. Carewhumper kept her hopes up that maybe he would change his mind. She was shocked when he turned to continue walking away. “You gigantic bastard… You don’t even care about yourself, do you? What about Caretaker?”
He finally paused as if he was considering her words. Whumper glanced over his shoulder. “That’s exactly why I need to do it. For them.”
“What if you don’t come back to them? You know how devastated they would be?”
“They won’t have to be.” Whumper continued walking, Carewhumper rushing behind, trying her best to talk him out of it. Whumper paid no mind to it. Even as blood continued to stain his white button up. Carewhumper didn’t understand how he was still going. It was very obvious that he’d lost more blood than he needed to. In spite of that, he moved as if there was nothing wrong with him. She was once again shocked when he picked up speed after seeing a blur of white disappear inside an upcoming warehouse.
“Whumper, stop!” Carewhumper’s words were still being ignored as he shot the knob off the door, letting himself in. She scrambled inside after him to see him standing in the center of the eerie building.
“I know you’re in here, you winged demon.” He sounded angrier. Angrier than Carewhumper had ever seen him. “You tried to hurt the one person I care about the most. Then you shot me thinking that would distract me from tracking you down. You’re sorely mistaken Whumpee.”
The silence that followed was soon filled with Whumper’s footsteps as he knocked over anything in his way.
“You really think you can hide from me? Remember how we found you in the first place Whumpee. I can track you down even with more than half my blood soaked into my shirt. Don’t think just because I’m injured that’s gonna slow me down.”
Both Whumper and Carewhumper paused when they heard hurried steps behind them. He instantly fired his gun, ceasing the steps behind a stack of pallets. They could see Whumpee’s quivering figure crouched to the ground. Whumper stalked closer.
“Stupid ass bird. You really thought I would just let you get away with no consequence.”
Carewhumper heard a gasp as Whumper pointed his weapon at the winged figure on the ground.
“You thought wrong.”
BANG.