If It Ain’t Broke, Then Break It

Wikipedia says people who had amnesia often can't remember having it. I don't know yet if that's true (I haven't looked into it further yet) but it makes for an interesting twist of events.

Imagine the whumpee of your choice suffering from amnesia, their loved ones try to help them remember and try not to let it be known just how much this situation hurts them. Only to have the whumpee recover and then not remember that they had amnesia in the first place.

The whumpee, in my case, would be Hiccup, of course.

amnesia as a trauma response has the potential to be so fucking funny because imagine you just spent like 6 months breaking Whumpee down piece by piece, stripping them of their rights, destroying their mind and body with scars that will never heal, relishing in the irrevocable damage done by your hand even after they've been rescued

and then you run into them at a grocery store and they're like "oh hey (: sorry didn't see you there ((((: no i have no idea who you are but you're blocking the shelf i need to look at"

my ass would be humbled so goddamn fast. i would be shinji gripping the sink sobbing in the mirror because Whumpee basically just called me cringe. my brilliant torturing apparently meant fuckall and i'm not even worth the time of day. they'd probably misspell my name on a starbucks cup. whumper turned whumpee because how do i recover from that. what the fuck.