Insert Chaos

Just like my Whumpcember Masterpost, these are all my entries for Whumpuary

Day 1: Captivity | Snow // TW: Captivity, Conditioned Whumpee

Day 2: Secret Revealed // TW: Implied/Mentioned Past Abuse

Day 3: “Get Away From Me” // TW: None

Day 4: Collapse | Choking // TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker

Day 5: Used As Bait | Stumbling // TW: Blood, Kidnapping, Pet Whump, Creepy Whumper

Day 6: “This Is Gonna Hurt" // TW: Noncon Drugging, Multiple Whumpers, Labrat Whumpee, Implied Torture

Day 7: Kneeling // TW: Captivity, Torture, Chain Restraints, Dehumanization, Pet Whump, Conditioned Whumpee, Collars

Day 8: “Help Me” | Lightheaded // TW: Brief Mention of Blood

Day 9: Can’t Move | “Stay. Please.” // TW: None

Day 10: Kidnapped // TW: Kidnapping

Day 11: Blindfolded // TW: Past/Mentioned Kidnapping and Noncon Drugging, Restrained, Captivity, Sadistic/Creepy Whumper

Day 12: Exhaustion // TW: Failed Escape Attempt, Implied Torture, Bad Caretaker

Day 13: I Didn’t Know Where Else To Go” | Bruises // TW: Implied Choking

Day 14: Drugged // TW: Noncon Drugging, Multiple Whumpers, Lab Rat Whumpee, Blood

Day 15: Muffled Screams | Hostage // TW: Hostage, Kidnapping, Creepy Whumper, Pet Whump, Shock Collar

Day 16: “You Look Awful” // TW: Bad Caretaker, Captivity, Fever

Day 17: Restrained | Hair Grabbing // TW: Restraints, Hair Pulling, Torture, Implied Choking

Day 18: “Make It Stop” // TW: None

Day 19: Gunpoint // TW: Gun, Held At Gunpoint, Conditioned Whumpee, Living Weapon Whumpee

Day 20: Desperation | Can’t Stay Awake // TW: Blood, (Implied) Character Death

Day 21: “Just Get It Over With” // TW: Implied Torture, Punishments, Knife 

Day 22: Memories // TW: Past Captivity, Conditioned Whumpee, Past Intimate/Creepy Whumper

Day 23: Rescue // TW: Implied Past Torture

Day 24: “You’re Awake” // TW: None

Day 25: Left to Die // TW: Blood, Bad Caretaker

Day 26: Barely Conscious | “I’m Fine” // TW: Implied Hidden Injury

Day 27: Flinching | Breakdown // TW: Bad Caretaker, Pet Whump, Conditioned Whumpee

Day 28: Sleep Deprivation // TW: Noncon Drugging, Conditioned Whumpee, Implied Past Captivity

Day 29: “You’re Safe” // TW: TW: Creepy/Intimate Carewhumper, Conditioned Whumpee, Manipulation, Captivity  

Day 30: Aftermath // TW: Past Torture, Captivity, Bad Caretaker and Character Deaths

Day 31: Touch Starved // TW: Captivity

TW: Captivity 

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Whumpee One curled up in the corner of the shared cell. He wasn't sure why but he felt the need to lay against something. He wanted to feel the warmth of another being next to him. Wrapping his own arms around himself didn’t feel like enough. But he didn’t know how to make the feeling go away either. No matter how much he changed his position, the feeling wouldn’t stop. 

After getting their daily portion of food, Whumpee Two noticed Whumpee One tightly holding himself. They cautiously inched over, watching the other carefully. Whumpee One didn’t budge, even as he was tapped softly. 

Whumpee Two thought for a moment before realizing what was wrong with their cellmate. They scooted closer, sliding their arms around Whumpee One. He quickly raised his head and flinched away when he felt small arms snaking around his torso. Whumpee Two leaned away, silently asking for permission to come any closer. When Whumpee One showed no objections, they continued with their original task. 

They embraced Whumpee One, resting their head on his shoulder. It wasn’t long before he melted into their touch, relaxing against the smaller person. It also wasn’t long before he began to cry muffled tears into his hands. 

Why did everything have to be this way? Why couldn’t they just be free and live normal lives? Why did they have to be stuck in this hellhole? 

For the first time ever, Whumpee One heard Whumpee Two speak. 

“Solitude is only temporary. One day, we will be free together.” 

He raised his head and found them smiling. It was amazing that Whumpee Two still had it in them to smile genuinely. It almost made him believe their words were true. 

TW: Past Torture, Captivity, Bad Caretaker and Character Deaths

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Whumpee sat on the chair underneath the shade of the porch awning. Seeing pure greenery around them was refreshing. They loved to be outside. It made them feel at ease, less boxed in. They felt a reason to smile. All of the pretty flowers blooming around them made them hopeful about the future.

They remembered seeing all those same flowers years ago. When they were broken and without a home or a soul to care about them. When they had to bring themself up from the ground where they’d spent a huge part of their life. It never seemed to get better. They met two people who they believed would be the people that would bring light into their life.

It turned out that Whumpee judged incredibly wrong. Nothing would ever make them forget about Whumper and Caretaker. They were the most sadistic humans Whumpee had ever met. After showing their true colors, Whumper took their time in hurting them. The pain came either slow and dull or quick and sharp. There was never an in between. Then they met Caretaker, who after some time, was quickly revealed to be a fake working with Whumper. Whumpee had to admit, the way Caretaker had tricked them into believing they were genuine was actually quite smart.

For several months, there was a huge back and forth between the two, arguing and even hurting each other just to get to Whumpee and break them in any way possible. And now, several years later after their deaths, the memories still linger in Whumpee’s mind today. The road to recovery had been long. And painful even. But now Whumpee was happy, thriving and healthy. While they still weren’t fully healed from their trauma yet, they knew that someday they’d be like all the pretty flowers that grew in their garden.

Bold, happy and free.

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: Bad Caretaker, Pet Whump, Conditioned Whumpee

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“Whumpee… I swear!” 

Whumpee ducked, holding his hands up to shield himself from Caretaker’s raised hand. When the blow never came he raised his head and found Caretaker staring confusedly at him. He let out a choked sob as he hugged himself tightly. Caretaker shook her head and pulled him into her arms. She patted his head as he cried into her shirt. 

“It’s such a shame Whumpee, how stupid you are. You really think I’m going to hurt you?” She sighed. “Honestly, Whumpee, what kind of evil person do you think I am? You’re so pathetic.” 

Caretaker cradled Whumpee in her arms. She wiped away his tears. “Hey, don’t cry. I don’t like when you cry. It makes me sad.” When he didn’t calm down, she rubbed comforting circles on his back. She placed a kiss on the crown of his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. You know it was an accident.” 

She forced him to raise his head, his wailing coming to a stop. “Hey. I’m sorry, okay? Do you accept my apology?” 

He nodded, swallowing a sob. “Yes…” 

“Good boy!” She smiled and pulled him back into her arms, holding him close. “You’re so precious Whumpee. And you’re mine. All mine. Aren’t you, Whumpee?” 

“Yes.” 

She hummed. “Good boy.”

TW: Implied Hidden Injury

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Whumpee tapped Caretaker's bedroom door, seconds later it opened. They raised a brow, concern laced in their groggy voice. “Whumpee, what are you doing awake at this hour? Is something wrong? Is the rest of the team okay?” 

“Um, yeah… Yeah.” Whumpee hesitated, swaying as they tugged their coat closed. “I wanted to… I wanted to talk to you.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“Me? Yes, I’m f…fine.” 

“You look exhausted Whumpee, are you sure? And why are you wearing that coat? It’s not that cold in here.” 

“Yes, I—” They went silent as their eyes rolled shut for a brief moment. When they opened their eyes again, they found a terrified expression. 

“Whumpee, are you sure you’re okay?” All grogginess disappeared as they became more alert. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m fine–” 

“Come on, I’m gonna check you out. I know it’s late but I need to make sure everything is okay.” Caretaker grabbed their arm and dragged them to the clinic. 

“Uh…yeah.” Whumpee grimaced, knowing that they would very quickly find out the real reason they were wearing the coat inside.

TW: Blood, Bad Caretaker

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Whumpee laid in the dirt, gasping for air. They’d been hit. Several times actually. Their biggest wound was in their torso, a cut large enough to send Whumpee to the upper room. But it was okay, their team was coming back to save them. Right? 

Granted, it had been a while, but they hadn’t forgotten about Whumpee had they? There was no way they had. The team wouldn’t just leave them behind like that. 

Right? 

Whumpee began to see stars. Despite not sitting straight up, it felt as if they were about to collapse and pass out. Everything hurt. Everything. Whumpee did their best to apply pressure to the bleeding wound but nothing seemed to slow it in the slightest. Their head was pounding, their heart pumping what little blood they had left throughout their body. 

They began to grow weaker by the second. Their breathing slowed, though they were still gasping for oxygen. Their eyes began to close. They quickly forced them opened. 

No! I can’t give up now… I’m gonna make it. I know I will… Help is coming soon. 

I hope… 

Despite Whumpee saying these things to themself, they knew for a fact they weren’t going to move from this spot. Even if they even tried to move just an inch, they’d pass out before they could. There was no making it out of this. 

Whumpee began to grow hopeless, help wasn’t coming to their rescue. Their team had forgotten about them. 

No, their team left them behind. Caretaker watched them fall to the ground, clutching themself in pain. Yet, they never stopped to help. They never turned to ask if they were okay. They kept going, as if they never saw anything. They meant to leave Whumpee behind. 

They left Whumpee to die slowly, alone and in pain.

TW: None

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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

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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 Torture, Punishments, Knife 

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“Whumpee,” Whumper scolded softly. “I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me, didn’t I?” In spite of the softness in his voice, his expression was grave. 

“Yeah…” Whumpee grimaced, turning their gaze elsewhere. 

“And what did you do Whumpee?” 

“I…disobeyed you.” They lowered their head. They didn’t know if it was in shame or to avoid eye contact even more. Regardless, they kept their gaze to the floor. They did not want this. They felt they had enough scars and cuts and bruises. 

“And do you know what that means?” 

“I get punished…” 

“Punished for what?” 

“For disobeying you…” 

Whumper hummed, the slightest smile on his face. “It’s good you’re aware.” He pulled out his knife and stepped closer when Whumpee tightly shut their eyes, hissing. 

“Just get it over with.” 

With raised brows, Whumper leaned away. “What was that?” 

Whumpee quickly opened their eyes as panic rose in their chest. “I-I said I–” 

“You want to just get it over with?” 

“No, no, no! That’s not what I said! I said–” 

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.” Whumper nodded even as Whumpee shook their head. “Yes, yes.” They smiled more visibly as it turned into a wicked smirk. “I’ll go as slow as I possibly can.”

TW: Blood, (Implied) Character Death

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No…

No no no no no no no no… 

Panic slowly began to rise in Caretaker’s chest as she watched the cloth she held on Whumpee’s wound soak up his blood. She frantically looked around for something else she could use when she caught sight of Whumpee’s closing eyes. 

“Whumpee—” She pressed down on the open wound more as she glanced around a second time. “Whumpee, stay with me—keep your eyes open, okay?” 

“Care… Caretaker, it… Hurt.” He whimpered. 

“I know, I know…” Caretaker’s voice sounded far away as she scanned their surroundings a third time. “Help is on the way, okay? I just need you to keep your eyes open for five more minutes. Just for me.” 

His eyes finally opened, weakly pleading for her to make the pain and the bleeding stop. Caretaker forced a soft smile and nodded. “Yes, just keep your eyes on me for another few minutes okay? You’ll be okay, I promise.” 

“Caretaker…?” 

“Yes, Whumpee? Talk to me.” 

He whined before hissing in pain, tightly shutting his eyes and furrowing his brows. “It hurts! It hurts so bad…” 

“I know it does. Just hang on a little longer. Help is almost here okay?” 

“Caretaker…” He opened his eyes, revealing the tears that were starting to gather. “What if I… What if I die?” 

Her own heart almost stopped. “No. No, don't say that. Just keep your eyes open and on me. You’ll survive. I know you will. Help is almost here.” 

A tear rolled down Whumpee’s cheek as his eyes slowly began to close. 

“No! No no no no, keep looking at me Whumpee. Keep your eyes open. Look at me.” 

His eyes opened briefly before rolling back shut, his body falling even more limp. 

“Whumpee? Whumpee, look at me.” Caretaker begged. “Whumpee, please. Open your eyes.” When he didn’t move an inch, tears gathered in her own eyes. “Whumpee, talk to me. Please. I need you to stay awake.” 

Still no response. 

“Whumpee?” 

No… 

“Whumpee?” 

No no no no no no no no no—

He can’t. He can’t be dead. 

Caretaker shook him. “Answer me!” She choked as her tears fell from her face onto his. “You can’t die Whumpee! I won’t break my promise to you. Not now. I can’t let this happen, you have to stay alive! Just for me… Please!” 

She began sobbing, begging, praying that Whumpee’s eyes would open for just one more second.

TW: Gun, Held At Gunpoint, Conditioned Whumpee, Living Weapon Whumpee

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“Whumpee?” Caretaker called, trying their best to keep up with him. “Whumpee stop!” 

Whumpee continued walking as if he couldn’t hear a single thing around him. Caretaker rushed up to him. “Whumpee!” Their hand just barely landed on his shoulder when he whipped around, pulling a gun out on Caretaker. With a look of complete horror, they quickly stepped away with their hands up. They instantly shut their eyes when Whumpee’s finger went over the trigger. However instead of a gunshot, they heard a snapping sound. Nervous, they slowly opened their eyes to find the firearm still pointed in their face. 

“Caretaker! Long time no see, huh?” Whumper appeared at Whumpee’s right, a proud grin on his face. “I was just looking for Whumpee. Thanks a lot for finding him for me!” 

They scanned Whumpee’s expression. It was completely empty. Lifeless even. There was no trace of emotions whatsoever. It was almost as if Whumpee was only a shell of who he used to be. The same happy Whumpee Caretaker once talked to everyday was now hollow. Empty. Nothing.  “What did you do to him…” Caretaker whispered. 

“What did I do? I haven’t done anything. I’m doing what you were supposed to be doing.” 

They frowned. “You’re not taking care of Whumpee! You’re hurting him even more! Forcing him to hurt other people for your sick entertainment is not taking care of Whumpee!” Caretaker took a step closer, dropping their frown. “Whumpee, please, snap out of it. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do anything Whumper tries to make you do. I know you wouldn’t hurt anyone. You don’t have to just to please him.” 

Whumpee didn’t respond to a word Caretaker was saying. He didn’t even react. Caretaker’s words fell on deaf ears. But he had to hear something. 

“Hm… I’m sure Whumpee couldn’t quite catch that. You see, Whumpee, knows what he’s meant to do. He knows what his job is.” 

“His job is not hurting people!” 

Whumper hummed again before shifting his gaze to Whumpee. “Whumpee, what is your task?” 

“To kill and protect.” The words rolled off naturally, like a simple greeting. 

“And who do you protect?” 

“Whumper, my owner.” Whumpee adjusted his hold on the gun. 

Caretaker shook their head slowly. No. They wouldn’t believe it. This was not the same Whumpee they used to know.

TW: None

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Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as Caretaker ran a cotton swab over their wounds. They hissed in pain at the burning sensation, tightly gripping their stuffed teddy bear. When she ran the swab over an open wound they smacked her hand away. 

“Whumpee…” Caretaker warned. 

“It burns! It burns!” They screamed and kicked, nearly hitting her. “Make it stop!” 

She held down their legs, causing them to squirm. “Whumpee, sit still or you’ll make it worse. Do you want it to hurt more?” 

“No…” They whined, briefly stopping their struggle. Caretaker continued cleaning the wounds when they hissed again. “No! No! It burns! Stop it!” 

“Whumpee do I need to completely hold you down while I’m doing this?” She frowned. 

“No!” They cried. “Make it stop!” 

“It’ll be over faster if you just sit still. Now stop throwing a fit or I will hold you down.” Whumpee did as told, still whining and hissing as the cotton ran over their skin. A moment later, Caretaker was placing bandages over the wounds. They watched, sniffling. Once she was done, she put away the medical supplies and turned to Whumpee empty handed. “Now you see? It’s over with already. How hard was that?” 

Whumpee shook their head slowly. “Not that hard…” 

Caretaker pointed to their stuffed bear. “See, even Teddy thinks it wasn’t that hard.” Whumpee glanced down at the stuffed animal. She reached inside the medical kit again. She pulled out a roll of stickers, gently placing one on each bandage. She placed one on Whumpee’s chest along with Teddy’s. “There, all done.” 

She watched as Whumpee looked in awe at each of the stars decorating their wounds. She almost smiled at the sight. She never understood why they liked the stickers so much but she didn’t bother asking. Grabbing the blanket nearby, she wrapped it around them before picking up the kit. “I’ll bring you some tea.” 

TW: Restraints, Hair Pulling, Torture, Implied Choking

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Whumpee gasped sharply as a large handful of their hair was yanked on, forcing their head up. They felt their cuffs digging into their skin. It hurt—no it burned. They looked up at Whumper through teary eyes.

“I asked you a question, Whumpee.” He looked down at them with a blank expression.

“I…” They rasped. “I hope you die…”

Whumper sighed as he let go of their curls. Instead sending his fist into their stomach, forcing them to lean over in pain and gasp for air. “Should we try that again?”

“I hate you—”

He didn’t allow them a chance to answer, watching them groan in pain once again. “We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way.” Whumper grabbed another handful of hair, forcing them to look up at him. He pulled them further from the wall, watching as their cuffs began bruising their skin. “Don’t you want to get this over with Whumpee?”

They didn’t respond. Averting their gaze from their captor’s. The wind was knocked out of their chest a third time, sending them doubling over. A hand forced their head back. They saw Whumper’s deep frown. “Do we need to get your ears checked?”

“What is checking them going to do? Help you get an answer to your stupid question?”

“That.” Whumper agreed, his hand trailing down Whumpee’s throat, threatening to squeeze it. “And so much more.”

TW: Bad Caretaker, Captivity, Fever

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Whumpee coughed with a grimace. There was nothing they hated more than being sick. They never felt more terrible. It seemed as if everything was a lot worse, whether that was Whumper’s degrading or Caretaker’s. They weren’t in the mood for it today. Everything was hurting. 

Caretaker walked into the room with another cup of hot tea. They smiled, placing it in Whumpee’s shaking hands. “You look awful, Whumpee.” 

They only frowned at them as they sipped the tea. It was quick to dissolve as they began choking, nearly spilling the hot beverage on themself. 

“Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you. It’s still a little hot. I hope it didn’t burn too much.” Caretaker giggled. “By the way, Whumper said they hope you get better soon.” 

They were quick to take the cup away when Whumpee’s coughs became more harsh. Caretaker sighed, rolling their eyes as they patted their back. “Oh Whumpee, you’re so pathetic. You can’t even do for yourself.” 

Whumpee wiped their mouth and pulled their blankets over themself. “Go away. I hate both of you.” 

“Aw!” Caretaker placed the cup down on the bedside table. They leaned over to peek at Whumpee’s angry expression. They pulled the blankets away from their face, only to be pushed away. “It’s okay, maybe one day you’ll learn how to do things on your own.” Caretaker placed a kiss on Whumpee’s temple and picked up the cup. On their way out the room, they paused to pull at the chain restraining Whumpee to the bed, earning a pained hiss. They hummed and shut the door behind themself. Whumpee curled up underneath the blankets, holding themself tightly as tears gathered in their eyes. 

One day they’d make it out of here. They knew it for sure. They didn’t know when or how, but it was bound to happen someday.