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Putting this in my queue for the 1 year anniversary of this blog <3
Happy 1 year to my silly little blog!!
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gotta-whump-them-all · 7 months
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Whump Oc Concepts
Here are some whump oc concepts that I have for people to use :)
Whumpee and Whumper::
A rare mythical creature that has things like wings/scales/poisons or anything like that with expensive prices. Whumper finds an injured Whumpee and decides to keep them for that purpose only. Whumpee would want to leave, but they think it's better than living injured and possibly dead. (Stockholm syndrome type stuff).
A world where vampires rule over humans. Whumper keeps Whumpee, who is a human as a pet. They used to fight it, being there at all, but after awhile Whumpee starts to enjoy being there. They live with a prestigious vampire ruler that feeds them and keeps them alive. (Possibly also stockholm syndrome)
A mad scientist Whumper who works day in and day out with their other apprentice Whumper. They use people and other creatures as their test subjects which are their Whumpees.
A doctor Whumper who slowly poisons their Whumpee until they die/get incredibly close to death.
Whumpee and Caretaker::
An opposite doctor Caretaker who slowly finds out about the Whumper doctor who is poisoning and gets them sent to jail. They get Whumpee back to health successfully.
Two dragons one a Caretaker and the other a Whumpee. One was a neglected dragon and the other was a large powerful creature. The Caretaker takes Whumpee in at first due to pity, but then decides that Whumpee is nice and wants to keep them.
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gotta-whump-them-all · 8 months
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Ghost hunter caretaker/whumper and ghost whumpee is sending me..!!
Caretaker hunts evil spirits/ghosts for a living but just simply can't imagine ever hurting whumpee since they are just so cute and nice
Whumpee is terrified of humans since they're so used to people trying to exorcise their houses of them and being scared of him
When caretaker comes and finds whumpee inside of someone's house and instantly decides to just take them with them back to their house
Whumpee freaks out and doesn't want to go but caretaker captures them and just brings them back to their home
The reason caretaker is also referred to as whumper is because they did technically take whumpee against their will but it was better than their prior life
They don't live in fear anymore, they have food and proper shelter, and they're aloud to freely roam the house as long as they don't exit the inside
Life is a little more nice for whumpee and now caretaker has a semblance of a friend or family
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gotta-whump-them-all · 9 months
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{Don't read this if you are sensitive to the topic of death or drugging, I care about you and your comfort more than anything else}
When Whumpee was kidnapped, Whumper was idealy looking for someone to keep as more or less a house pet. Someone who they could keep at their home for the rest of both of their lives, someone who they can keep they is obideiant and compliant, someone who won't be a problem.
And Whumpee isn't the ideal, not at all.
They are loud, brash, and indepandant. Like a large feral animal that can't be caged under any circumstances. Unless they are made to be compliant. Physically not able to be their usual brash and loud self.
Yep, Whumper plans to drug Whumpee into the compliance.
At first when Whumpee was being drugged it went the same every time; Whumper walked in with a tray of medical tools. Scalpals, needles, sedatives, the full nine yards y'know.
Whumpee would freak the fuck out and would fight. Biting, scrathing, belowing, and anything along those lines.
It would take practically all of Whumper's force to hold them down and give them the drugs.
After that, Whumper would give Whumpee some down-time to let him get used to the feeling of the drugs. They're dizzy and disoriantated more than anything else. And along with the pain, groginess, and terror they aren't a happy camper, one bit.
Whumper realizes that it's hard enough for Whumpee with the entire process of this, so they change their strategy. They'll  start crushing up pills and hiding it inside of Whumpee's food. Even when Whumpee denys the food at first, they realize that if they just won't eat that they are going to end up starving to death.
And now it's been months.
Months of Whumpee sufering.
Whumpee sufering knowing that he is slowly dyeing and losing his life to these drugs.
These days they can hardly even move, or feel their own limbs. They don't even eat most days because they can't bring themself to move their own limbs in attempt to take the food. And if they can move, it's a battle just chewing and trying to swallow.
Whumpee can't move, either.
At first they were allowed, and able to roam around Whumper's house. The only rules in their house was that they couldn't leave and that if a door is open, they can't go in. They can ask to go in, but if they so no, it's a no.
Now Whumpee just can't do anything. Not a  single thing at all.
All they do is sit in the missery of their bedroom, sulking.
Lastly, Whumpee can't think properly.
Whatever drug they are being given messes with their thought process. It takes most of their physical strength to get somewhat complex thought to be coherent in their mind.
The only thing Whumpee can think about is that they are dying and they can't do a fucking thing about it. They are stuck in the statue like state. Curled up in their own bed in a constant state of misery.
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gotta-whump-them-all · 10 months
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Here's an idea :)
Whumpee is cocky more than anything else. They're a loud mouth, cocky, and rude.
When Whumper captured them it was just a blind get in, get out kind of thing. They weren't looking for anyone in preticular.
Whumpee wouldn't be kept around long enough for them to care. That's what Whumper told themself
Eventually when Whumpee wakes up the first thing they start doing is being bashful and trying to escape from his own bounds.
Whumper hadn't found the need to gag Whumpee when the had grabbed them, and now they are kind of happy they didn't.
What followed when Whumpee noticed Whumper and what they did to them was ugly.
They threatened to kill them, harm them and their family, and just about anything that was harmful in nature.
Whumper just smiled and listened to Whumpee spew these insults. It was oh, so amusing to them how Whumpee was so cocky for someone who was tied up.
But sooner or later, Whumpee must have said something that had actually struck a nerve or they were just fed up because Whumper grabbed them and hoisted them over their shoulder.
After about a minute or two both Whumper and Whumpee end up in a room that has the aesthetic and vibe of a dentist's office from a bad horror movie.
The thing is, life isn't like a movie.
Life is worse, and much more cruel than the movies make it out to be.
Swiftly, Whumpee was laid down on the large chair, and their bindings were being removed...?
Before Whumpee could react, Whumper was using the metal cuff on the chair to hold them down. First the arms, next the legs, and last the neck.
"This is only going to hurt worse if you try and move. Don't do that and we won't have a problem, okay?" And before Whumpee can protest or question, there was a large needle being pressed into the skin near their jawline. The liquid filling it was cold and uncomfortable.
When Whumpee tried to speak they couldn't properly form any words. Everything was slurred and garbled like he was a child with a mouthful of something.
Then, Whumpee was screaming.
They had no idea what Whumper was doing because of the tears rapidly filling their eyes.
What they did know was that they were doing something to their jaw and that it hurt like a badger was tearing his face open.
Thinking back at Whumper's words of wisdom, they attempted to the best they could to stay still and not squirm around. That was almost impossible, though.
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Whumpee stood there and shook. They tried to force their own body, but their muscles couldn't muster up the force to move.
"Y'know Whumpee?" Whumper was the one who spoke to them. Who else would it have been. They haven't seen anyone else since they had been taken.
"You're so much nicer when your jaw is dislocated!"
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompt (16/30)
Prompt #15/16 "Is it bad? I don't wanna look," + lightheaded
"Caretaker?" They turned around to face whumpee, who was sitting on the medical bed with their very frail legs wrapped up.
"Yes, whumpee? Do you need something?" Caretaker asked with a huge grin spread across their face.
Since caretaker rescued whumpee they had been bedridden to this singular room. It wasn't like whumpee could go anywhere even if they wanted to.
Whumpee didn't know all the details to their injury, but what they did know was that their legs had gotten completely fucked up and they couldn't walk. Even if they tried to, they wouldn't be able to. Whumpee also knew that it hurt like a ton of bricks.
"Is it bad? I don't wanna look," With one hand whumpee covered their own eyes and with the other they directed it at their battered up legs.
It was pretty bad to say the least, but caretaker would be damned if they were to actually say that out loud. Worrying whumpee was the last thing they wanted to be doing.
"Whumpee, are you feeling okay? You sound really out of it," Caretaker placed a hand on whumpee's forehead, but quickly removed it as they felt whumpee burning up.
Even though whumpee was so very obviously burning up they denied that anything was wrong. "Are you at least lightheaded?" Whumpee nodded in agreement. "Just a little,"
Caretaker walked away and out of the room beforing calling out to whumpee "I'll be right back, I'm going to get you some tylenol!"
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompt (14/30)
Prompt #14 Medical Procedure
Whumpee flailed around on the operating table which they were being held. This was totally insane and they didn't deserve this happening to them. They didn't deserve any of what had happened to them so far. If they didn't deserve anything before this, then they certainly don't deserve this happening.
"Oh, quit your bitching and frazzlement whumpee! You're gonna be just fine, I've done this thousands of times before!" Umm, what! Thousands of times? So whumper is just that delusional?
At those words whumpee started to pull at the bounds as hard as they could. They couldn't snap the bounds even though they were old and pretty worn, but whumpee would try as best they could.
Before whumpee could even process what was about to happen, whumper grabbed a sharp syringe from the metal tray and filled it up with some dark, thick substance. Whumper walked over to whumpee with said syringe in hand.
Whumpee couldn't do much of anything before they were out like a light. The only guess to what had happened was when whumper injected them with the liquid in the syringe they passed out from it.
When whumpee had finally woken up they were sitting on the sofa of the livingroom of the house. Trying to remember what happened that night made whumpee's head feel all fuzzy. The night was a complete and total blur until they felt their own arm.
There was a bandage covering their upper forearm. It looks similar to the way they would bandage you up after you got an injection, or maybe a vaccine while at the doctor's office.
After whumpee thought about being injected, all the memories of that night caming gushing back in like someone had opened a pair of floodgates to their memory.
As whumpee tried to process all of this, a familiar pair of boots walked around the kitchen corner. Of course, it just had to be whumper. "Well, hello whumpee!" They said as they carried a tray and a plate of food with them.
They placed the tray and the food down in front of whumpee with a large grin plastered on their face. "Don't even try to run away," Whumpee looked confused as whumper continued. "In short, I drugged you. You won't be able to walk for the next couple of weeks, so we're going to have some fun together until then! Isn't that great?"
Yep, that was absolutely, positively, great.
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompt (13/30)
Prompt #13 Bleeding
"Was that maybe one too many hits to the head for whumpee?" Whumper one asked as they picked up the limp body of said whumpee.
"What do you think genius? Of course!" Carewhumper said as they slapped the back of whumper's head and took whumpee from whumper's arms.
Blood trickled down their forearms and calves. It would've looked horrid to anybody else, but to these two freak it was absolutely beautiful.
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompt (12/30)
Prompt #12 Panic
"Hey, hey whumpee. No need to panic, okay?" Caretaker placed a hand out in whumpee's direction which caused them to hiss and back up into the corner which didn't seem to even be possible, but whumpee managed to do so.
"Look, I just want to help you. I need to know what's wrong," They tried to come close to whumpee, but all that did was cause them to go into a more panicked state.
"Get the hell away from me!" Whumpee scurried back under a nearby table, as if it was a poor attempt of hiding away from caretaker.
Caretaker backed up away from whumpee and put their hands up in the air to signal that they were no harm to them. They sat down on the floor parallel from whumpee.
The two sat there for at least forty-five minutes, until whumpee's breaths became more steady and they calmed down overall.
Whumpee gave an angry look at caretaker as soon as they were calmed again. "What do you want?" They weren't happy with caretaker being there staring at them.
"I need to know what's wrong, why are you so scared?" Caretaker asked with a calm soothing tone.
"I'm not fucking scared!" Whumpee shrunk into themself when caretaker spoke.
Caretaker held their hands out to whumpee who extremely hesitantly took them. They swiftly picked up whumpee and held them in a warm embrace. "It's okay whumpee. It's okay,"
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompts (11/30)
Prompt #11 Cramps
Whumpee's body had started to cramp up the farther that they ran. The more they ran, the more their body started to let go and give into the exhaustion.
At some point they would have to stop running, to take a break and rest up. If whumpee tried to do that, then whumper would end up finding and catching them. The whole reason whumpee had started running was for the sole purpose of freeing themsleves of whumper.
They had to keep going. Just a little farther until the highway. That's what whump told themself. If they could get to the highway then maybe, just maybe they would be free. Whumpee knew this area better than whumper, so they just needed to get out of sight and then they would be safe.
While whumpee was thinking their body couldn't take the pained exhaustion, they collapsed. This was it.
Whumpee was done for.
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompt (10/30)
Prompt #10 "Stay? Please?"
They stared up at them. Their eyes were fuzzy mixed with such a lack of anything, that it was incredibly uncanny. Whumpee's body was laid propped up against the crumbled stone wall. The blood that was seeping through their skull and chest puddled on their fingertips and palms. "Stay? Please?"
The other person in the room, being whumper was overly amused by whumpee's choice of words. They fixated on whumpee's face with a truly numb grin. They cocked their head towards the mattress of which whumpee's physique.
They hunched down to get a better look at whumpee. They were such a smaller man now. Once they were such a stoic person, but now. Now whumpee was just a shell of who they once were. "Pathetic,"
Whumpee's face scrunched up at that. They tried to the best of their abilities to move away, but whumper's husky hands had such a firm grasp at their face that it was damn near impossible. Whumper thought that if they had been a little more harsh with their choice of words, whumpee would truly burst into an ugly sobbing fit. "I just beat you to a pulp, but you still beg for my presence?"
Whumper's smirk widened at this. They were playing a game, a sick and twisted game. "If you truly do want me to stay, then show me you want me here,"
In the blink of an eye, whumpee had tried their damned near hardest to latch onto whumper. Due to their frail and damaged state that would be proved undoable. Instead whumpee had seemed to climb into the lap of whumper, placing their head on whumper's shoulder, and limply laying their hands around whumper.
Whumper's face turned to a pitiful smile instead of that of a joyous, or emotionless one. "Fine, fine. I guess I can stay a little longer,"
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompt (9/30)
Prompt #9 Phobia
Whumper seriously didn't want to be here. This situation was stupid to begin with. If whumper just hadn't taken whumpee that day none of this would be going on.
Whumper didn't know who whumpee was. All they knew was that whumpee was small, alone, and walked down the same fucking road everyday.
Hardly anyone would walk down that road besides whumper, a couple other people, and whumpee. Almost no one knew that this area even existed.
When whumpee escaped the first thing they did was have some of his quote on quote "family" go and get them. Now they were there, with whumpee, and having to do this bullshit.
What the two of them were doing at the moment was whumpee had a great idea; put whumper in a room with the two things that they feared the most, spiders and the dark.
Whumper tried to figure out how whumpee knew that they had a horrible phobia of spiders and the dark. Now that whumper thinks about it, they had a brief conversation with whumpee months back about what the two of them feared the most.
Whumpee had dragged whumper somewhere by the hair. They couldn't see where though, because whumpee kept them blindfolded most of the day. Whumpee removed whumper's blindfold, but there was hardly a difference. It actually seemed to be darker now.
"Listen closely whumper, because I will only say this once-" Whumper looked around, but still couldn't find whumpee. Their voice seemed to be bouncing off the walls of the room. Was this even a room? Whumper couldn't tell because it was so dark here.
Whumpee continued on with their spiel. "All you have to do is find me-" Whumper thought that whumpee was finally done, but no. Whumpee was in-fact, still not done. "You may not turn on the light under any circumstances. Have fun whumper!"
Whumper didn't want to do this, but they knew that they had to. It was the only way to get out of this stupid room. Only after a couple of steps did whumper feel something crunch under their feet. They peered down and let out an ungodly shriek once they put two and two together and figured out what they had stepped on.
It was a large gruly spider.
Whumper was in for a treat tonight.
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompt (8/30)
Prompt #8 Chronic
Whumpee had been chronically sick for months on end. The only person that they had to take care of them, was whumper.
Whumper wasn't the best at caring for them, but it was the best they got. Also it was all they got. When whumpee initially got sick whumper didn't believe them until they physically couldn't move anymore.
Days one through four consisted of whumpee trying to tell whumper that they were sick. Whumper just simply didn't believe them and they were punished for that.
Days five through nine whumpee started to get really sick, but they didn't even try this time to bring it up to whumper. They knew what that would entail.
Days ten and eleven whumpee simply couldn't move. The sickness combined with the pain of it all made it too unbearable. It was to the point whumpee gave up on moving. On the eleventh day whumper finally came to see whumpee. They didn't even try to move, even when whumper told them to get up. Whumper then realized that whumpee, truly was sick.
Days twelve to fifteen was when it was moderately bad. Whumpee has learned that whumper apparently has some sort of medical training. For those days whumper was just helping whumpee get enough strength to actually move and eat.
Days sixteen to twenty whumpee was getting into a much better condition than they were before. This was almost completely over and whumper would be free from caring for whumpee and their sickness.
Day twenty-one whumper was out for the day. They had to go out that day to work his job and get food. AS soon as they had gotten home they didn't even check on whumpee and just flopped down onto the couch parallel from whumpee.
Day twenty-two whumper woke up and the first thing they did was to check up on whumpee. They had expected whumpee to be fine by then, but the opposite was true. Whumpee had gotten incredibly sick the day that whumper had been gone for.
They were in such a worse condition from when whumper had first found them. Their skin was pale as an eggshell and the fingertips had started to turn a pale shade of deep purple. The worst part was the face; eyes glossed over with their own pained tears and they way they barely kept their eyes open was heartbreaking.
Days twenty-three to twenty-nine were spent with whumper not leaving whumpee's side for those days. If they did need to leave whumper's side they would tell whumper exactly where thwy were going and what they would be doing. Then they would promise that they would come back and they wouldn't be gone for too long.
All the days after that until day forty whumpee just had slowly deteriorating in health. It was so horrible to watch. Whumpee might not make it out alive. Whumper couldn't live with themself if they let that happen.
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompt (7/30)
Prompt #7 Fever
Whumper trudged down the stairs, their loud, heavy work boots hitting the floor with a crash, creek, and squeak with every step.
When they reached the room they kept whumpee in, they smiled so uncannily and opened the door. "Hi whumpee~"
They walked into the room, shutting and locking the door behind themself. The room was incredibly dark which was a contrast from the rest of the house, so it was taking a fair minute for whumper eyes to adjust.
In the time it took their eyes to adjust, whumpee hadn't given their usual snarky comeback like they usually did. This surprised whumper. They cocked their head and squinted as they searched for whumpee. Had they finally escaped? They couldn't have?
Whumper almost chalked it up to whumpee finally getting their freedom back, but right before they gave up their search, they noticed whumpee.
They were curled up into themself. Their knees tucked tightly into their chest and their arms quivered from the shoulders down. They were so pale besides for the eyes which were bright, puffy, and red.
"Well, you look like shit, don't ya~" Whumper snickered as they squatted down, getting a closer look at whumpee's features. It had been such a long time since whumper had been able to look whumpee right in there stupid ass face.
Besides the hoarse whine whumpee managed to get out they didn't react to anything that whumper was doing. Not the comments, not the closeness, and not his presence at all.
Whumper reached a hand out and touched whumpee's forehead lightly. It burned to a touch. Whumper quickly pulled back with a pained hiss. "Shit, gotta fever there little guy. Fuck, I'll help you out,"
Whumpee didn't know whether or not they wanted whumper's help. The pain was rapidly becoming more unbearable as the time ticked by. There was also the fact that they really, really hated whumper.
Whumpee didn't have much of a choice though. So, they let whumper pick up their weak and frail body.
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompt (6/30)
Prompt #6 Stage Fright
Whumpee hated being up on stage. They hated being watched. What they hated the most was public speaking.
After being with whumper for a while, they started to get to know each other. Whumpee accidentally let it slip that they hated public speaking, and that they had some horrible stage fright.
Whumper thought that was amusing. Now whumpee understands why this was so entertaining for whumper to hear.
There was a bustling crowd on the other side of the stage and curtains. Whumpee wanted to just have a little peak at how many people were there. It was a lot more than they expected. Maybe 300+ people showed up.
The whole reason whumpee was there in the first place was even more stupid than all of this. They thought they would be a smart ass and talk back to whumper. They did and that's how they ended up here; on stage, doing public speaking, and in front of a huge crowd.
Whumpee wasn't even doing anything huge; just reading something that was like a speech.
There were a few things that made this so hard on whumpee though. One, whumper was there in the crowd (the front row actually) watching and judging them.
Two, it was a nightclub filled with nasty ass drunk people who smelt of drugs and alcohol. most of them were already super wasted.
Three, the worst thing of all was their stutter.
This night wasn't going to go well, whumpee and whumper both knew that a like.
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompt (5/30)
Prompt #5 "Get a medic. Now,"
Whumpee didn't expect this.
They didn't expect for caretaker, or whumper for that matter to work together.
And what whumpee really wasn't expecting was for them to work together to take care of them.
Metaphorical shit had hit the metaphorical fan.
Whumpee had gotten hurt. They had tried to end everything. It had failed.
Whumpee was left dead, lifeless on the floor of their cell. Once whumper heard the sound they came rushing down the hall and then down through the stairwell looking for what had caused the sound.
Maybe whumper should've tied those ropes tighter. Then maybe they wouldn't have been able to wiggle their way out of them.
Whumpee wasn't unconscious, but they were so, incredibly close to being.
Whumpee only vaguely remembers what happened after that. They remember seeing caretaker and attempting to reach out to them. They remember the warm air and the soft touches of at least two pairs of hands. Maybe it was more, but whumpee doesn't know.
What happened exactly was a little like this; whumper found whumpee, whumper panic and didn't know what to do, their only option was to run to caretaker's house in 20 degree wheather, and now they were here.
"Get a medic. Now," Caretaker was the one to say that. They reached into their pocket and fished through until they found their phone. They extended their arm and whump quickly grabbed it and called an ambulance.
Whumpee was curled up in caretaker's arms. The poor thing was starting to go so increasingly pale and limp.
Whumpee just had to make it. They just had to. No matter what... The two of them would make sure whumpee would be just fine. No matter what.
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gotta-whump-them-all · 11 months
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June Whump Prompt (4/30)
Prompt #4 Shaky
The damn room whumper kept whumpee in was always absolutely frigid, too frigid for it to even be livable. Whumpee was honestly surprised and impressed with themself about how they were still alive in the first place.
They were constantly shaky and shivering since they were in such a cold room. Most days whumpee would either spend it in that freezing room laying down on the floor huddled up trying to preserve their own body heat, or they would be pacing around the room while in those shackles.
The only time they stopped being shaky was when whumper entered and exited the room and had the door open for just a split second. Whenever whumper made entry, or left the room they would try to be as close to the warm air from the open door as possible. They would always cry and whine when the door was shut. It was so torturous to see the smile on whumper's face as they took away the one thing that was making whumpee happy in these dark times.
"Aww, you poor, poor thing! You're so shaky! You must be freezing? Isn't that too bad?" That motherfucker was taunting and teasing them. One day whumpee would get whumper back, one day...
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The day finally came. It finally came.
Whumpee had escaped all those years ago, now they just had to play the waiting game. That game was over and this new game has started.
They had a bat in one hand and warn rope in the other. They had tied whumper to a pole and was now just watching whumper's face. It was showing...
Fear? Anger? Terror? Remorse? Regret?
Whatever it was whumpee was loving all of this.
It was freezing cold, whumper's skin managing to stick and clung to the metal pole. If they even tried to pull away their skin it would be pried clean off.
This was just like what whumper used to do to me. That was all whumpee could think about. Whumpee hardly ever wanted to hurt anyone, or anything, but this was an exception. Whumper deserved this.
They are going to paint this entire forest red with whumper's blood whether they ended up dying, or being alive.
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