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avvail · 2 years

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writing snippet #22

tw: captivity, restraints, ransom situation, bit of gore (knife violence), blood

Everything was blurry.

The very moment Hero came to their senses, they were met with nothing but a mess of distorted colours and whirling images, fading in and out. A bright light pierced their eyes, burning their retina, displaying those strange swirls and colourful dots across their vision.

What happened?

Hero could hardly remember. One moment, they were on patrol, admiring the cool air of the winter solstice. The tickle of snow on their cheeks and the redness pinching the tip of their nose. It was bitterly cold on the rooftop, but it was disregarded by the flow of peaceful tranquility.

Until it wasn’t.

There was a stinging pain, blaring against the side of their temple, before they felt the familiar smack of concrete meeting with their body.

They sluggishly blinked their eyes, the lingering pain ricocheting up their spine and wracking their bones. That was right. Somebody had attacked them. Knocked them out with swift ease, before dragging them into the cramped space of a car boot, and locking them away into the void of darkness.

Pressure pressed uncomfortably at the back of their eyes as they sent their hazy gaze upwards. The effort made them wheeze in pain, aware of each drag rattling their lungs. The push of gravity on their bones was relentlessly heavy and hard to ignore. They tipped their head back and was met with the glow of a cheap, hanging light.

They gathered they were underground. It was a stereotypical square room, where they were surrounded by dark, decrepit walls and a rough, dirty floor. The chair beneath them was bolted securely down, showing no signs of moving when the hero lazily yanked on the rope binding their wrists together.

Another wave of nausea ripped into their stomach, causing them to groan.

The sound was muffled and quiet. Either their hearing hadn’t cleared yet, or they were gagged.

Possibly both.

They squinted their eyes through the veil of darkness, wincing when something moved in the shadows beside them. A voice echoed in the room, calling their name.

“Hero.”

Their eyes were too heavy, too blurry to muster a glare at the looming figure towering over them. Their voice was thrumming, yet the hero could hardly make out a sound.

A firm slap from the back of their hand solved that problem. They gasped in pain as their head was rocked from the momentus strength, ears clearing and vision going crisp. Their mouth tasted of blood and the smell of copper invaded their nose.

“That’s better,” the voice chipped in calmly, arm returning to their side. Hero’s eyes bulged and they tried to steady the heavy beating of their heart. It seemed fear had caught up with them, seizing their mind with the swiftness of a rabid animal.

It showed in their eyes. The captor noticed. They relished in the way the hero flinched upon leaning forward, hooking a gloved finger beneath the fabric of the gag, and pulling it down. It fell beneath their chin, leaving their hero sucking in a sharp breath of air, painful coughs getting caught in their throat.

The corners of their lips were raw, the flesh dry and bumpy with various cuts. Hero swallowed, and it felt like glass shards.

“You were easier to catch than they said,” the figure hummed, eyes masking even a slither of emotion. The bottom half of their face was hidden. Beneath the light, the hero just barely got a keen glance at their outfit.

They looked like a soldier. Or even possibly an assassin.

“You...” Hero’s voice lost it’s strength immediately, and it felt like knives were clawing up their throat as they jerked forward and coughed violently. Their captor didn’t take their steely eyes off of them for a second.

“I would save your voice, if I were you,” they hummed, tilting their head to reach for their belt. Hero’s vision was swimming too much to see clearly. “You’re going to need it.”

They grit their teeth, jaw aching with nasty bruises. Why were they so bashed up? The hero didn’t remember a fight before they lost consciousness, teetering on the ends of their thoughts.

“My...friends, will be able to find me,” they hoarsly choked, gathering enough scraps of energy to lace their words with a fond smugness. The hero knew something they didn’t. They wanted to grin triumphantly, but their mouth was too sore to do so.

It didn’t stop them from doing it in their head.

“I know,” the captor hummed, brandishing their dagger in front of them. Their hand came back to their face, but the hero whimpered, turning away. Fingers dug into their cheeks and yanked them forward. The gag was pushed back into their mouth.

Hero murmured some muffled words, their heart racing in their chest. The figure seemed to understand what they were saying perfectly.

“It’s necessary,” they explained blankly. “You’re going to make a lot of noise.”

Sweat beaded on their forehead, fidgeting nervously against their bonds. Their arms were twisted uncomfortably behind their back, digging into the edges of the chair, but it was washed away by the numbness of terror.

The hand they placed on their thigh was almost gentle. It was almost soothing. The blade cut open the fabric of their pant leg, exposing the flesh underneath. The hero released a muffled cry.

They knew. They knew.

Tears flooded down their cheeks as they went rigid, yanking desperately against the rope. It burned their flesh red raw, but the panic that shot through their body like electricity numbed the insignificant pain they inflicted on themselves. They were shaking their head, rocking their skull, begging through the gag for them to stop.

Those eyes briefly flickered to meet theirs, but there wasn’t an ounce of sympathy, or even kindness hiding within them.

“These people payed a lot of money to ransom you, Hero,” they drawled smoothly, stroking their thigh gently. “It’s time to be scared.”

The knife plunged deep into their flesh, and the hero screamed like they had never screamed before. They jerked violently as white flashed across their vision, the tears streaming down their face.

Blood gushed across their skin as the blade ripped through their flesh, digging out the tracking device that had been planted by the agency.

Not even hours later, it arrived at the company’s front door, wrapped in a pretty little box.

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oliversrarebooks · 12 days

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do you have any whump series recommendations?

This is hard because I'm way behind on a lot of the series I want to read and I know there's authors I've meant to read that I haven't gotten around to yet, so I'll just name some of the ones I've read and loved

@whumpsday, @sowhumpshaped, @whumpsoda @excessive-vampires @oddsconvert

@thecyrulik @avvail-whumps @whumpyourdamnpears @whumpy-wyrms

#ask

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whumpy-wyrms · 6 months

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do you have any whump series recommendations?

oh yeah i have a lot!! thanks for asking :D

spiderwebs by @toyybox one of my favorite whump series right now! it’s super amazing but criminally underrated, if u like the last lab rat you’d probably like this too!!

at my beck and call by @whumpshaped the silly vampires :3 amazing story with amazing characters!!

kane and jim by @whumpsday one of my favorite whump series!

basement whumper by @jordanstrophe this was actually the first whump series i ever read on tumblr and is still one my my favorites :)

behave also by @jordanstrophe

guns for hire by @avvail-whumps

collectors bounty by @suspicious-whumping-egg

the scoop of a lifetime by @whump-me-all-night-long

whumping the whumpers and phobia whumper by @painsandconfusion

shattered by @oddsconvert

ceran and his faerie by @hurtthemgently

cat and mouse by @t0rture-me

a new beginning and saved by a killer by @a-crumb-of-whump

hamster interactive story by @whumpinthepot

pick your poison by @blackberry-bloody

signal by @whump-a-la-mode

i know there’s sooo much more that i’m forgetting but these are some of my favs!! anyone can feel free to recommend other whump series you like too! :D

#ask #whump series #whump series recommendations #whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump recs

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suspicious-whumping-egg · 5 months

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Hey anon! I’m shadowbanned so I can’t reply to ur ask or any anon asks :(( but I saw you asked for whump recs I think? Off the top of my head:

In the Woods Somewhere series by @knivestothroats

Professional//Victim series by @victimeyez

Moneymakers series by @coldresolve

Guns for Hire series by @avvail-whumps

The Facility series by @avvail-whumps

LGM writing by @evermetnotforgotten

Under the Earth, I’ll Remember You Well series by @burntcoffeewrites

Home is where the hurt is series by @whumblr

Showstopper series by @painsandconfusion

SV-240 series by @galaxywhump

Written in blood series by @as-a-matter-of-whump

Martyr series by @whump-me

Conquest series by @whump-me

Hasan and Declan by b0amagination

Emir series by @pretty-face-breaker

Nick and Hayko series by @pretty-face-breaker

#whump recs

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painsandconfusion · 4 months

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What whump bloggers do you think write the best? Not asking about the most refined plots or character lineup. I'm asking purely for sentence by sentence writing skill.

Oh goodness, uh

Just off the top of my head, the ones that have consistently blown my mind with their styles and general writing excellence are @avvail-whumps, @distinctlywhumpthing, @wormwriting, @shywhumpauthor, @ashintheairlikesnow, and @peachy-panic

These aren't even really blogs I rb a ton or have seen lately, they just immediately came to the forefront of my mind when I read this question, so that's my answer. Likely not a complete list, just a gut response.

#sand asks #writing recs #sand recs

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whump-is-love-whump-is-life · 3 months

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11 and 20 for the ask game

Ask game thank you very much!

11: Oh crap there’s so many @whumperofworlds @the-three-whumpeteers @letitbehurt @hey-that-hurt @avvail @jordanstrophe @whumppromptoftheday @whump-in-the-closet @whumpwillow @whump-queen @painsandconfusion @den-of-whump @befuddled-calico-whump and ofc more cause there’s so many of you that are freaking awesome but I don’t have all day to type <3

20: …it’s pain or nothing for me :) , but if the ‘comfort’ is actually filled with soul crushing recovery angst (or perhaps more whump)— I’ll absolutely be interested (reading a fic with that rn, it’s fantastic)

#asks #whump #my posts #whump ask game #whump asks #ask game answers

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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followers you enjoy talking to except mutuals?

uhhhhhh idk if you want me to list my favourite followers or-

Even though you said except mutuals, imma include them. Cuz I'm not that talkative but I do love these guys:

@epiclamer I guess or whatever he's okay

@lilyaang who is my best friend. I love her. 10/10 perfect human. My twin flame. My beloved. The most wonderful human being. My saviour. My heroine. My drug.

@amethystpath-writes lovelovelovelove mwuah good cat yes mwuah amazing writing spectacular human

@mirohtron who is lame af but I also adore her, she's like my little (annoying) sister :) (mwuah mwuah mwuah)

@creweemmaeec11 who is an amazing discord mama and a wonderful writer

@avvail who is so. ethereal. so graceful. incredible writer

@nuttynutcycle like i dont think you guys understand i started this blog because of these outstanding people

@suspicious-whumping-egg who's always the first to reblog my writing with the kindest comments

@some-messed-up-writing-for-you who belongs to horny jail full time. life sentence. forever.

@snowshowerwriting kind soul, brilliant writer much much love for being so sweet

@thepenultimateword sweet sweet very lovely yes yes

Followers I enjoy talking to (most of whom I have talked to on discord):

@serene-skies, @surplus-of-sarcasm, @thelocalnemesis, @hufflepuffwritingstuff2

I also find mpreg king quite entertaining.

Keep in mind I am just a lil Cat trying to make my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and I'm homebound and I am sorry if I didn't mention you. My brain has a bad memory I've been in the lab all week. I love every single one of ya. mwuah mwauh mwuauuah

#can you tell I'm running on an advil and energy drink monster I am very emotional sorry #no writing #I dont bite so dont be afraid to talk to me if you wanna talk to me

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riverlett-arboreal · 2 years

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@oopsiwhumpeditagain thank you for tagging me! I’m always one for music based tag games! not sure why u tagged this blog but this user is better for the songs i listen to!!

Rules: Make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

R - Rootless by Youngblood Hawke

I - I Dare You by Amber Run

V - Violence by The Unlikely Candidates

E - Evelyn by Kim Tillman & Silent Films

R - Renegades by Måns Zelmerlöw

L - List of Demands by The Kills

E - Everybody’s Lonely by Jukebox the Ghost

T - The King and All of His Men by Wolf Gang

T - The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness by The National

A - Anthem by Yonika and Barnes Courtney

R - Rock Paper Scissors by Sweet Soubrette

B - Blackbeak by Youngblood Hawke

O - October by Broken Bells

R - Relaxation Contest by Squalloscope

E - Elle pleut by Adeline Lovo

A - Are We Ready by Two Door Cinema Club

L - Livewire by Sweet Soubrette

tagging cos idk how many people I need to tag to reach the number: @suspicious-whumping-egg @painsandconfusion @whumpsday @onlywhump @icyheart-and-friends @whump-queen @lumpofwhump @whump-me-all-night-long @t0rture-me @avvail-whumps @whump-cravings @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @whumpitisthen @whumpycries @whump-or-whatever @whumptress

#tag game #some of these are pretty whumpy actually #i cant see well enough to tell how many letters there are in my user

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sordayciega · 2 years

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Masterlist-esque

because i need organization in my life.

cw: various posts/links contain nsfw & non-con at least once! they will be given a ⚠️ label.

drabbles and long posts 📜

touch starved whumpee drabble by @unleashthehoundsofwhump

defiant whumpee drabble from @whump-or-whatever written by @sordayciega

hypnotized whumper drabble written by @sordayciega (me)

my little flour by @sordayciega (me again)

⚠️ alien whump part 1

alien whump part 2

albino whumpee

mermaid whumpee

posts 📃

touch starved whumpee

hypnotized whumper

optimistic defiant whumpee

abusive relationship whump

stitches for whumpee

singing whumpee

⚠️ sadistic beauty BL manga

hurt disguised as comfort

angel captive yt

immediately obedient whumpee

making whumpee flinch

shitposts 🗒

whumpee mocking whumper

tongue whump potential

procrastination is my middle name

some of my favorite series 🗃

— V A M P I R E W H U M P —

🩸Ash & Callum by @whumping-every-day

🩸Cat and Mouse by @t0rture-memoved

🩸Kane & Jim by @whumpsday

🩸Bloodbag!Carlo by @deluxewhump

🩸The Heart and The Hunger by @wolfeyedwitch

🩸 Blue Monday (Egon and Simon) by @thecyrulik

🩸Deal with The Devil (demon not vampire) by @whumpshaped

— H U M A N W H U M P —

💧⚠️ Frathouse boxboy (Z2) 1 by @deluxewhump

💧⚠️ Frathouse boxboy (Z2) 2 by @deluxewhump

💧 ⚠️ Behavior Modification by @whumpcereal

💧 ⚠️ Brother’s Keeper by @darkthingshappen

💧 ⚠️ SV-240 by @galaxywhump

💧⚠️ Asa & Hayes by @lonewhumper

💧⚠️ Linden and Colton (recovery) by @whumpzone

💧⚠️ Master Galo series by @haro-whumps

💧⚠️ Second-Hand Goods by @echo-goes-mmm

💧Into the Woods Somewhere by @knivestothroats

💧 The Stars At Night, Are Big 'N Bright *clapclapclapclap* Deep In The Heart Of Fucking Outer Space (giant/tiny) by @showrunnerihardlyknowher

💧Home is where the hurt is by @whumblr

💧With You by @painsandconfusion

💧 guns for hire by @avvail-whumps

💧 Whumptober 2022 (3 mini series) by @whump-me-all-night-long

— N O N - S E R I E S W H U M P —

�� The Merry Whump of May by @painsandconfusion

⛓ Oneshot Drabble Masterlist by @whumpitisthen

#whump #whump masterlist #whump masterpost #general cw

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avvail-whumps · 4 months

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‘the facility’ — the breakout 1/?

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content warnings: prison whump, medical whump, captivity, imprisonment, prisoners of war, mass prison breakout, minor character deaths, blood, gun and knife violence, murder, manhandling

Noah’s wide eyes flickered desperately around him, as if trying to make sense of the deadly warning that had just rang out. As though it was some cruel, unfathomable joke, the automated voice spoke again.

“Code: Black.”

The personnel that had been speaking to him slapped their hands over their mouth, backing up with staggering footsteps. They gave Noah a wide eyed stare, before they were racing out of the laboratory with panicked speed.

Soon, everyone else followed.

“Code: Black,” the voice crackled. “Level Nine. All staff make their way to…gency…Code—”

Over the blaring sound of the alarm and the dark red tinge concealed over his vision, Noah just barely felt his new assigned Apoid grab his shoulder, and start tugging him out of the laboratory with intense urgency. Once he’d managed to unstick the abhorrent terror in him, the blood boiling panic spurred him on. This was the stuff of nightmares.

Code Black was only meant to be purely theorectical. The Facility was built to withstand multiple breakouts at the same time, but it must have devolved into something much more serious. If Level Nine was on a Code Black, that meant there was a mass breakout, and lots of angry prisoners would be on the loose.

The Apoid kept a tight grip of him as they raced down the corridors, filled with scrambling Personnel and scientists and even Apoids, their guns raised in case a threat came racing down the corridor. Noah’s throat was parched, each step foreign on his own two feet.

He could only think about one thing. Where was Fionn? In a situation like this, Apoids were the last to make it to the emergency elevators. They were expected to execute and contain as many prisoners as they could to buy time for an escape for everybody else, and the last thing he had said to him was not to come near him.

As the alarms continued to screech, the defeaning sound of gunfire suddenly pierced through the air. The staff that had been racing down the corridor screeched to a sudden halt, a burly prisoner rounding the corner with an Apoid’s rifle in his hand.

Noah’s eyes widened in shock, and the Apoid threw him behind cover just as he started firing into the crowd.

He heard a sickening thud next to him, uncurling his arms from around his head, just to meet the wide, bloodshot eyes of a dead scienist. Noah’s own filled with stinging tears at the sickening sight.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he wheezed, flinching violently when there were more gunshots and blood curdling screams. The Apoid wrapped an arm around his shoulders and hurled him in a different direction, staggering over his own two feet when bullets sprayed against the corner of the wall, just missing the top of his head.

He struggled to catch his breath.

Dead bodies were sprawled along the ground, patterns of fresh blood, streaks, puddles, hand prints, all surrounding them.

He resisted the urge to throw up as they dashed past, swallowing down the sting of bile in his throat. Noah ducked behind the Apoid as they came to a crossing, raising his rifle and gunning down a prisoner that had been careering towards them. They covulsed and crumbled to the floor, and Noah was glad they were going in the opposite direction.

The emergency elevators weren’t far from here. As long as they got them and to a safer, higher level that wasn’t in the same situation, everything would be okay.

Noah was suddenly shoved forward by his Apoid, who didn’t raise his gun time before a huge prisoner had grabbed him by the skull, and slammed his helmet into the wall. The Apoid stuttered from the sheer force, and even as Noah whipped around in shock, he could see he was dazed from the attack. Before he could shoot him, the prisoner had ripped his rifle from his very hands, and cracked his skull back against the wall.

Noah had to surpress a scream when the prisoner ripped the knife from his belt, and jabbed it straight into his neck. The Apoid went all tense and his legs buckled, but the prisoner was relentless. The knife jerked in and out of his flesh until his throat was mangled, blood even visible against the blackness of the uniform.

His foot slipped on a puddle of blood when he tried to make a getaway, his chin colliding with the solid ground with a painful crash. His heart was in his throat and his blood was burning in his own ears as he desperately scrambled forward, eager not to meet the same fate.

Before he could get up, he felt something roughly seize the back of his jacket, and jerk him back.

“No!” Noah screamed, desperately flailing in the prisoner’s grasp as he wrangled him onto his back, his blood soaked hands slipping against the floor as he frantically tried to squirm away. “Please, please, oh my god.”

The prisoner’s hard glare looked him over, fingers twisting into his jacket to get a look at his nametag. Noah’s vision was spinning, his head overflowing with thoughts of how brutally he was going to kill him with that knife, that his guts were going to be hanging all over the walls and he would never get to see his family again, and—

The prisoner let out a snort.

Noah flinched violently when his rough hands wiped away his streaming tears, smudging coppery blood all over his cheeks. The prisoner abruptly let go of him, and he scrambled backwards in sheer panic.

“You’re gonna wish I had killed you, little man,” he sneered, gripping the Apoid’s rifle in his hands with a smirk. “Better get running before he finds you.”

He watched with wide, unblinking eyes as he turned away and disappeared down the corridor, as if he expected him to change his mind and finish the job. His eyes couldn’t help but drift to the Apoid’s dead corspe, still convulsing as if he was alive, and Noah let out a harrowing sob. He wrenched away, heaving, before realising he was still sitting in a puddle of someone’s blood.

Disgust wriggled into his skin, and he forced himself onto his wavering feet, biting back his terrified sobs.

This was a nightmare. It had to be.

Just a cruel nightmare. One that he would wake up from, and he’d be okay.

But then something the prisoner said resonated with him. Better get running before he finds you. Noah didn’t want to think about the obvious implications of that warning; the easy deduction of who he was. It made him wonder if other prisoners knew, if Cash had told them to save Noah for himself. Because that was what he had told him, hadn’t he, when his arm had been wound tightly around his throat?

He staggered, shoulder hitting the wall with a thud. The sobs wracked through his body, constricting the air from his lungs, and it made it hard to even stand upright. Like this terrible weakness was plaguing his limbs.

Distant gunfire and shrill screams, ones of agony and pain, spurred him onwards. His vision swam at each dead body he came across, stumbling over bloated, bloody corpses, but he knew he needed to get to the emergency elevators - somehow.

The sound of raging gunfire got louder, and Noah sank behind cover before peering down the long corridor. Scientists were cramming themselves into elevators, bloody handprints smeared along the doors. There must have been dozens of bodies on the ground, all sprawled haphazardly ontop of each other, and Noah’s breath caught in his throat when he met wide, bloodshot eyes.

It was a massacre. Scientists and Personnel of all kinds were scrambling to get inside, most gunned down before they even made it, their bodies convulsing and hitting the ground with a thud.

One elevator, packed with Scientists, had been about to close, before a prisoner with access to an Apoid’s gun stepped inside. There was the uproar of frightened screams, and when the doors slid shut, Noah could hear the distant sound of muffled gunfire. He slapped a bloodied hand over his mouth, his knees buckling.

It was practically slaughter.

Prisoners were swarming everywhere on the Level, and everything was spinning out of control. These sorts of emergencies were supposed to be purely hypothetical - never in the history of the Facility had a Code Black ever been announced on those speakers.

Something twisted in his hair, jerking his head back, and Noah gave a sharp gasp as someone wrangled him onto the ground. A gangly prisoner was ontop of him in seconds, causing Noah to thrash out in panic, sinking a knee into his boney stomach.

The sight of the knife was enough to spur him into action.

The prisoner’s fingers were digging into his skin, stinging the flesh, yanking Noah along with him. His heart leapt into his throat when the knife almost slashed across his chest, forcing him to scramble, grabbing the prisoner’s wrist in a tight, desperate grasp. They let out a teeth bared hiss, attempting to violently buck Noah off. They succeeded, for just a moment, and Noah felt their leg shove him off, his back slamming into the wall.

When they came at him again, he threw himself out of range, boot smacking into their head.

It was with enough adrenaline fueled force that the prisoner flew back, the knife slipping from their fingertips. Gunfire rained over the top of them, and Noah pressed himself close to the ground, choking on hard pants. He met the prisoner’s eyes, just for a moment, before they both leapt for the knife.

By some miracle, Noah seized it first, gripping it tight in his hand.

The prisoner barrelled into him, knocking the wind out of his lungs, their nails scratching at his face and only narrowing avoiding his eyes. The skin tore, beading with little spots of blood, and Noah’s fingers tightened around the hilt of the knife when the pain made his eyes water. A desperate rush smashed into him. He might have told himself that he wasn’t thinking clearly, but he was. He wanted the prisoner to get off of him, no matter what.

Noah grit his teeth together, jabbing the knife into the prisoner’s neck. It was shocking how easily it went in, straight down to the hilt, and they made a garbled, pained noise, eyes bulging. Noah rolled them over abruptly, the air rushing back to his lungs, before he forced the knife out. A spray of blood erupted from the wound, feeling it drench his hands, and the prisoner’s body violently convulsed, jerking and stuttering, drowning on the fresh liquid.

Noah forced himself onto his feet, almost tripping over their corpse. The strength had completely lost him, the knife clattering to the ground, tearing his eyes away from the still convulsing body.

His legs carried him in the direction of the elevators. They were closed, taking Scientists and Personnel to safety, and Noah prayed to whatever was out there, that that could be him.

He screeched to a halt, hairs pricking on edge when a group of armed prisoners came around the corner, blocking his path to the elevators. Noah felt the world around him spin when their guns tilted in his direction, and he dove into a doorway just as they started firing. He swore he felt it shave the hairs on his head.

He held back a sob, kicking the door to the room shut behind him, before slamming his still bloody hands on the lock, sticky against the pad.

Loud bangs reverbated from outside, the prisoners shouting and attempting to force the door open. Noah’s wide eyes were glued onto it, crumbling to his knees, the tears sliding down his cheeks freely. It stung the scratches on his face, but he didn’t even have it in him to wince, numbed by the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

When the banging stopped, Noah deflated. He lifted his shaking hands, staring at the sticky redness painting every inch of skin, filling his senses with tangy copper. Noah’s face wrinkled, and he let out a harrowing sob. He tried to scrub the blood off, frantically wiping it against the ground, the tears dripping from his chin like a downpour.

He backed himself up into the corner of the room, curling himself up so he was as small as he felt. The blaring alarm rang through his mind like a cruel mantra, sobbing until his throat went raw.

This was a nightmare. Just a nightmare - it had to be. Nothing like this could ever happen to him.

Noah choked on a startled breath, trying not to flinch at the assortment of sounds outside of the room. The crackling of gunfire, the screaming, the huge thuds and bangs. He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately burying himself into his arms. He wasn’t sure how long he had spent huddled in the corner of the room, his head buried between his knees and desperately trying to breathe.

It didn’t come easy for him, with all of the blazing noises outside, with all of the memories of the dead bodies, Scientists, Apoids and Personnel alike, left as mangled corpses in a pool of their own blood. Noah’s chest stuttered, lungs fluttering, caked in tears, sweat and blood of both his own, and other people.

He wondered if hiding in here was the best option.

If the Facility was under lockdown, they would eventually send reinforcements to control the situation. No prisoner would ever leave, unless it was dead. But then Noah thought about Cash, and those dreaded warnings he had got, and he wondered if a door was enough between them to keep the vengeful prisoner far away from him.

It couldn’t be.

His puffy eyes squinted, lifting his head up. He wondered what Fionn would say to him. What he was doing right now. Any one of those lifeless Apoid corpses could have been him, and Noah would have never known. His heart squeezed painfully at the thought.

Above all, he prayed that Fionn was safe. Even though, out of the two of them, he stood a better chance at surviving this nightmare with his training and his weapons, Fynn still couldn’t be sure if that would be enough to make it out of here alive. It hadn’t been for his second assigned Apoid, who he had known for no more than ten minutes.

Slowly lifting himself onto his feet, Noah numbly stepped over to the door, ever so slowly.

Hiding wouldn’t work forever - the emergency elevators were his best chance to get to safety. The breakout could have extended to Level Eight or Level Seven, so he couldn’t delay a chance. Ever since the first disruption of chaos, the noise by the elevators had seemed to die down. Noah saw the mounts of bodies, and the amount of prisoners that had been slaughtering them. The initial scramble for safety will have quietened down by now.

He hoped.

His heart was pounding against his ribcage like a jackhammer, swarming up to his ears. He counted the agonising seconds that he stood there, staring at the door, not even daring to move. It was as though one breath would give him away.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shake the blurriness encroaching the edges of his vision. With a firm push, Noah slid open the door. He was met with the same blood soaked hallways, and flinched back when a body slumped unceromomiously by his feet. Another Apoid. He released a shuddering breath, tearing his eyes away.

With a pounding heart, he checked the corridor. Some shouting prisoners caused him to duck back, but they passed the elevators only after a few moments. The blood rushed to his head. One of them was open - empty and awaiting him, like some sort of enticing treat.

He had to move now.

Giving the corridors one final glance, his shaking legs managed to step over the dead body, bracing against the wall. Each little step was as though lead weights were melded into his skin, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling on edge. With each second that dragged on, Noah’s desperation increased. It was like he could taste freedom and safety on the tip of his tongue, and his pace quickened just a bit.

He didn’t even dare look behind him, blocking out the rips of gunfire in the distance and the ear piercing screams.

There was a sudden breakout of footsteps behind him, and something hard barrelled into the side of his body. It sent him smacking into the hard ground, almost clipping his chin in an awkward way. He sucked in a sharp, pained gasp, head snapping up to find another scientist making a beeline for the elevator. There was blood dripping down his face, from what he could see, and Noah’s head snapped around in the direction he had come from.

His heart sank to his boots.

Cash was going at a calm, leisurely pace as he crossed the intersection, those intense eyes finding Noah’s immediately. He hadn’t even broken a sweat, as if he hadn’t been the one chasing the frightened scientists.

He heard the shrill beep of the elevator, and his heart leapt into his throat. The scared scientist was jabbing frantically at the button, tears slipping down his cheeks, and by the time Noah realised what was happening, the doors were already beginning to slide closed.

“Hold it!” He screamed, staggering to his feet frantically as he burst forward with a newfound shock of adrenaline. The scientist backed away from the buttons, bumping into the rail, his wide eyes flickering towards Noah. The doors continued to slide close. “Please! Please, hold it!”

He desperately threw himself at them, but it was too late. Noah pounded his fists desperately against them, a rush of anger and terror making his throat burn.

“Motherfucker!” Noah sobbed, banging so hard he was sure his hands had gone numb. “Motherfucker! Open the door!”

Instead, he was met with strong fingers twisting in his hair, and Noah only caught a glimpse of Cash’s face, before he slammed his head into the elevator door. He was out cold instantly.

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Hi! Could you do Caretaker having a nightmare and Whumpee working up the courage to wake them, only for Caretaker to accidentally attack before realizing who it is? 💕 angst and a lot of fluff pls

Whumpee didn’t know what to do.

They themselves had had trouble sleeping that night, with the pounding of the rain outside, but this was what was keeping them up the most.

Caretaker’s tossing and turning had jostled them from their rousing slumber, blinking through the darkness at their disheveled form. They were no stranger to nightmares, considering Whumpee was plagued with them, but they had never expected Caretaker to be suffering.

They shuffled beneath the covers of the bedding, wincing slightly when Caretaker’s arm instinctively tightened around them.

They knew they should wake them up.

Nightmares were a horrible thing and Caretaker’s face was contorted in fear and sweat was beading along their pale skin. Their breathing was thick and jagged, a furrowed brow lining their face.

Whumpee went to shake them awake, but their arms wouldn’t move.

What if they got mad? What if they were doing something wrong? They swallowed fearfully and when Caretaker mumbled shakily under their breath, they finally forced themselves to press their hands on their shoulder, gently rocking them.

“Caretaker?”

They hadn’t expected them to lash out so violently, the tips of their knuckles clipping their shoulder. Whumpee released a frightened shriek and tried scrambling back, but their limbs were tangled within the bedsheets. Caretaker’s eyes were wide and wild, staring at their shaking form, before they quickly realised who it was.

“Whumpee?” They croaked, their voice shakey. “Oh, shit. Whumpee...”

They felt warm arms close around them, being drawn into a warm chest. The whumpee clung to them as a hot sensation burned their eyes, but no tears fell. They instinctively curled in on themselves and clutched desperately onto their clothes, as if preparing for them to try and make another swing.

Caretaker was delirious from sleep and the remnants of their nightmare, but they could feel guilt eating at their chest, and they propped their chin ontop of Whumpee’s. Trying to steady their breathing, they attempted to get the pace of their heart under control, as well as Whumpee’s fear.

“I didn’t mean to,” they whispered, gently rubbing their back. Whumpee stiffened under the initial touch, but eventually melted into the warmth. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

Their own words calmed Caretaker down, and they released a slow, steady breath, pushing their nightmare deep down. They quickly peeled Whumpee off them, meeting their scared gaze.

“I...didn’t hurt you, did I?” They croaked. “Are you hurt?”

Whumpee shook their head. “No, no. I’m fine. I’m fine.”

Caretaker gave them a semi-stern look, but Whumpee simply reiterated their point frantically, telling them how they had only grazed them. They were frustrated in themselves for getting caught so off guard, their knuckles stinging with guilt as a result.

They ran their hands gently through their hair, feeling hot and sticky. Whumpee stared up at them through their eyelashes, working up the courage to speak.

“Are...you okay?”

Their voice was weak, but with a hint of genuine concern. Caretaker stared at them, before a brief smile flashed on their lips.

“Just a nightmare. I’m fine now, thanks to you.”

Whumpee blushed lightly at that. Caretaker pressed a gentle kiss to their cheek, pulling them back down onto the bed. It was still relatively late, and they wanted Whumpee to get as much sleep as possible. They instantly buried themselves against them, sighing at the comfort of Caretaker’s arms wrapped protectively around their body.

They hummed softly, showering a few more kisses to their forehead. Whumpee squirmed slightly and laughed at the ticklish feeling. It was a brief one, maybe a little weak, but Caretaker couldn’t help but beam.

They were glad Whumpee was getting back their smile.

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