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"Whumpee come here", Whumper choked out, followed by several sneezes.

Whumpee opened the door slightly and peaked in, "yes master."

Whumper groaned and looked at the door, "I'm not going to hit you, just come here."

Whumpee opened the door more and timidly walked in. They quickly wiped their nose on their sleeve.

Whumper looked at Whumpee and frowned.

"Don't tell me", Whumper sighed.

"Yes master, I woke up with whatever you woke up with", Whumpee frowned.

Whumper sneezed again, and quickly covered their nose.

Whumpee handed them a nearby tissue box.

"Great", Whumper groaned.

Whumpee looked down, "I'm sorry master."

"It's not your fault, I probably brought it home to the both of us", Whumper sat up in bed, "I guess I'm calling in a favor."

Whumper reached for their cell phone and dialed out.

"Please pick up", Whumper sighed. They looked at Whumpee and patted on the bed for them to sit down, "might as well rest while you can, that way you'll get better faster."

Whumpee awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh hey Caretaker, I'm sorry to bother you, um Whumpee and I both woke up sick this morning. Is there any way you could bring us some medicine, I'm completely out of it here. No you don't have to come help us at all, we just need medicine", Whumper frowned, "yes. I'll send you some money for it, thanks, bye."

Whumper hung up and fell back into the bed.

"Caretaker had to run some errands, then he'll bring us the medicine", Whumper sighed, "let's just stay in my room for the day so we don't spread it throughout the house, go get some stuff to cover up with, I'll share my bed, but I'm not sharing blankets with you."

Whumpee quickly got up and went to their bedroom. They carried back their blanket, pillow, and stuffed toy.

Whumper was up with their phone again scrolling quickly.

"I'm ordering breakfast. I don't want your sick hands touching my food, and I don't feel like cooking", Whumper sighed, "what do you want to eat from here?", Whumper handed the phone over to Whumpee.

Whumpee scrolled for a minute before clicking on their order, then handed the phone back to Whumper.

"I knew you would pick that", Whumper looked at them before ordering, "okay", they laid down, "this is going to be a long day."

Whumpee nodded, then sniffled some of the snot.

"Blow out the snot, don't suck it back in idiot", Whumper threw the tissue box at Whumpee.

Whumpee started to cry as they grabbed a tissue.

Whumper sighed in frustration and looked at Whumpee, "alright, shh, I'm sorry. Just calm down, I know you're not feeling well either, just relax, it's okay."

Whumpee let out a shaky breath, and wiped some tears away.

Whumper heard a knock downstairs a few minutes later.

"Well, that's either Caretaker or breakfast", Whumper groaned as they got out of bed.

They eyed Whumpee, who shyly buried their face into the stuffed toy.

"It was the food", Whumper came up a few minutes later, "we are stuck with water, had I known, I would have gotten groceries yesterday."

Whumpee excitedly reached for the food as Whumper handed it to them.

"Please don't make a mess in my bed", Whumper frowned, then went to the other side to eat, "here's a fork", they pulled one out from their pocket.

"Thankyou master", Whumpee reached for it.

"Crap... I forgot the water bottles", Whumper sighed.

"I can get them master", Whumpee quickly got up, and raced out of the room.

As they exited the kitchen with the water, another knock came at the door.

Whumpee glanced out the window and saw Caretaker, they opened the door with a weak grin.

"Hi Caretaker", they welcomed.

"Hey Whumpee. How are you feeling?", Caretaker came in carrying more than just medicine.

"Meh", Whumpee shrugged, then sniffled their nose again, "I've been better."

"For the second time, blow your freaken nose", Whumper yelled down the stairs.

Whumpee looked down, "I'm sorry Caretaker."

"It's okay, you go upstairs, I'll be up in a minute", Caretaker smiled, "let's get you two doctored up."

"That looks like more than medicine", Whumper stated from the top of the stairs, "you don't have to go through the trouble of taking care of us, just getting the medicine helps a lot."

"You hush", Caretaker ignored, "I have nothing else to do today. My errands are done, so now I can take care of both of you. Go on back to bed both of you, I'll be up soon."

Whumpee started to go up the stairs.

"Have either of you eaten yet?", Caretaker stepped back to the stairs.

"We are eating right now, I ordered breakfast to be delivered", Whumper stepped aside to let Whumpee through, "I'm serious you don't have to take care of us, we'll manage."

"Nonsense", Caretaker smiled, "I know how grumpy you get when you don't feel well. I don't want Whumpee to deal with you by themself."

Whumper sighed, "fine, if you're insisting. We're both in my room."

"Okay, go ahead and get comfy then, I'll be up after I get the groceries put away."

Whumper rolled their eyes as they went back to their room.

"Well I guess Caretaker is going to take care of us today", Whumper announced as they went back to their side of the bed.

"I'm glad", Whumpee looked up from their food, "Caretaker is so nice."

"Yes, a nice pain in my butt", Whumper stated as they blew their nose, "here blow your nose before you sniffle it up again."

"The tissues hurt my nose", Whumpee sighed.

"I don't care Whumpee", Whumper groaned, "blow your nose."

"What they mean to say is, they care deeply that you don't make yourself even more sick", Caretaker watched from the doorway, "go ahead and blow your nose, we can put some Vaseline on it after, that will help."

"Stop putting words in my mouth", Whumper looked at Caretaker angrily.

"You either need to get along with Whumpee, or I'll move them to their room", Caretaker sighed, "they are just as miserable as you, but they are trying their best to please you. I'm here now, so you are not going to be allowed to bully them, am I clear."

"Yes", Whumper mumbled.

"Very well", Caretaker came into the room, "here is the medicine, take it now while you're eating. I'll keep you both drinking fluids and resting throughout today.

Whumper and Whumpee started to take the medicine, two capsule pills, and then cough syrup.

Whumpee took the pills easily but ignored the cough syrup.

"Whumpee you need to take the cough syrup, it will make you feel better" Caretaker stated comfortingly, "come on."

"It's nasty", Whumpee complained sadly, "I don't want it."

"Take the medicine", Whumper argued, then stot-gunned the liquid.

The grimace on their face said it all.

Whumpee looked at Caretaker sadly, "see."

"Well I believe heavily in the phrase, a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, I have a lollipop here. It's all yours after you take the syrup."

Whumpee sighed and quickly took the medicine.

"Very good", Caretaker smiled, "I'm very proud of you", they handed Whumpee a candy.

Whumper put their empty food container on the table next to them, then laid down with a groan.

"Do you want a candy, Whumper?", Caretaker offered.

"I'm not a child", Whumper sighed, then reached for a tissue.

"You're certainly acting like one", Caretaker mocked. "I even have a green apple, I know you like that flavor", Caretaker smiled, "it might help your throat even."

"Fine", Whumper reached for the candy, "thanks", they sighed.

A while later Caretaker came up to check on them.

"Still awake", Caretaker looked at Whumper, who nodded.

"I have the chores done for today", Caretaker sat on the side of the bed, "I couldn't imagine Whumpee having to do all of that, even feeling okay."

Whumper sighed, "they have to earn their keep somehow."

Caretaker sighed and glanced at Whumpee, who was loudly snoring.

"Look I know you befriended me to keep an eye on them", Whumper frowned, "you're very obvious about that", Whumper glanced at Whumpee, "they could have it worse, I could make their life a living nightmare if I wanted."

Whumper started to violently cough.

"Not very threatening when you sound like that", Caretaker grinned.

"Why you a...", Whumper croaked out, before Caretaker cut them off.

"Although you are correct that I keep very close tabs on Whumpee, and I will make moves to remove them... if you do anything, but", Caretaker looked back at Whumpee to see if they were awake.

"But?", Whumper impatiently waited.

"But, I feel deep somewhere in your twisted soul you do actually care about them", Caretaker slyly grinned, "I know Whumpee is in an odd situation with you, and not much can be changed about that, at least not without force. I hope that you can change how you treat them one day. That's why I haven't moved to remove them yet, and I come over to help as often as I can."

Whumper looked at Caretaker with disgust, then relaxed their face.

"I do actually care about you as well", Caretaker eyed Whumper, "believe it or not."

Whumper looked at Whumpee sadly, "I never wanted to be involved with them, and I was put in a situation I wanted no part of. Now I'm stuck."

Caretaker nodded, "then why didn't you let them go to someone else?"

"I didn't know who they would go to, I'm not the nicest to them", Whumper frowned, "I'm aware of that, but I couldn't chance them going to someone worse."

Whumpee started to stir.

Caretaker nodded at Whumper in understanding.

Whumpee whimpered as they sat up, "my head feels like a balloon."

"Mine too", Whumper sighed, and sniffled some snot, "great, now I'm doing it."

"Yep, it's time for more medicine, and how does dinner sound", Caretaker stood, and eyed Whumper.

"Sounds good, let's order in again", Whumper reached for their phone, "Caretaker I'll buy your dinner as well."

"That sounds great", Caretaker stated as they exited the room.

"Okay Whumpee", Whumper sighed, "after we get better, we are going to make some changes."

Whumpee gulped and looked at them in fear.

"I'm going to try my best to be nice", Whumper sighed, "I'm so...sorry for how I've treated you. We were put in a situation I'm sure neither of us wanted to be in. Let's work on bettering that situation."

Whumpee looked at them wide-eyed, a small smile crept along their face.

"I'd like that master", Whumpee felt a tear fall, "thankyou."

"You don't have to call me... wipe your nose", Whumper handed them a tissue, "Ugh, you don't have to call me that, just call me Whumper", they sighed, "we'll start there at least, I'll apologize in advance I'm going to have to work on myself for a while."

Whumpee fell into them to hug.

Whumper hugged back awkwardly.

As Whumpee sat back up, Whumper looked at the doorway.

"I know your eavesdropping Caretaker", Whumper called after them, "no one goes down stairs that quietly."

"I'm proud of you", Caretaker stated as they could be heard going down the stairs now.

"Alright lets stop with the soppiness and order dinner", Whumper looked at their phone again.

Whumpee nodded and looked over Whumper's shoulder at the phone.

"Dinner sounds good", they whispered.

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terror-slut · 2 years

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Please write some 001 fanfics!

Change of Heart

Chapter 01/?? Click HERE for this fic’s masterlist!

Reader is a troubled pediatrician at Hawkins lab when she crosses paths with this lovely orderly. Nothing will stand between Peter and his revenge. Not even really pretty distractions.

Pairing: Peter Ballard x f!reader

Word count: 1117

Ratings & warnings: SPOILERS, period typical sexism, violence, blood, NSFW, swearing, no (Y/N), no described defining features for reader. Ratings may change as chapters are added.

A/N: your wish is my wish as well my command!

She doesn’t talk much.

Not to her colleagues, at least. She speaks with dr. Brenner because she answers to him and she speaks to the children when they need her.

But not to the other doctors and nurses, not to the other orderlies. Not to him.

It has never bothered Peter before. He doesn’t need her, has no reason to let her live when his plan eventually comes to fruition. In his mind, she is just like everyone else who works at Hawkins Lab. Another mindless sheep pretending to care for the children, but in reality only interested in prodding their supernatural brains in the name of science and a paycheck at the end of the month.

Eat. Sleep. Work. Reproduce. Die.

It was stupid of him to let her become a distraction. He should have killed her when he had the chance.

“Peter,” one of the kids in the rainbow room groans to him, tugging on the spotless white sleeve of his uniform.

He crosses eyes with little 015 when he looks down, the boy looks paler than usual and his lips are chapped. The kid’s eyes are watery and his nose runny.

“I don’t feel so good, Peter.”

Alec locks eyes with him and then nods, signaling that it’s fine, under the illusion that he can handle these kids on their own while Peter is away.

“Come with me, 015. The doctor will make you all better.”

A disheveled mess greets the pair when he and 015 arrive at the sick bay, something that he’s not used to from the Hawkin’s lab pediatrician.

Though usually neatly put in a tight bun, her locks now tumble in unkempt tresses down her face and deep, purple circles have appeared under her eyes. It is out of the ordinary and bound to capture Peter’s attention.

“015 is not feeling good,” he states the obvious, expecting her to ignore him as she usually does. When her eyes find his deep blue ones before they wander off to 015, his interest is piqued once again.

Something is off, which meant the puzzle pieces could change and be rearranged. Peter always keeps his eyes open for little shifts in the matrix that could mean he has to change his initial plan. Has the doctor’s obvious distracted state any real meaning to him? Could and would she form a problem?

Peter watches as she sits the kid down in her office, producing a penlight and has him follow the light for her.

“Does it hurt anywhere, 015? Do you remember when it started?” She asks him, squatting in front of the kid so that they’re at eye level.

“I’ll come back later to pick him up,” Peter says, but before he can make his way out of her office and back to the rainbow room, she calls after him. Knitting his brows together in amusement, he turns around on his heels to look at the doctor.

“Yes?” His hands are folded neatly behind his back, ever the friendly, harmless orderly. She’s at least a head smaller than he is.

“I know we’re not supposed to intervene with the kids. And I’m not asking you to,” her eyes dart around the hallway. He wonders what she has to hide. “But tell dr. Brenner if you see any of the bigger kids picking on the smaller ones. I’ve had too many kids in here with nosebleeds that didn’t stem from their powers.”

“Why?” He asks. Not why should he tell dr. Brenner. He understands her motivation behind that. But why him? Why can’t she tell Brenner herself? Unlike Brenner and himself, she has always been on good terms with the man. What happened?

“I…” she hesitates, worrying her lip between her teeth as he looks down upon her. “You seem like a good guy, Peter. You’re here every day, you spend every waking moments with these kids. I know you care for them. Please?”

Please.

Please? Fuck.

If Peter was the person she assumed he was, good and kind, maybe he would fulfill her request. But he is far from that person and she must surely be delusional to think he cared. The only person Peter looks out for is number 001, and that meant that drawing attention to himself would only make dr. Brenner suspicious of him. He could and would not risk it, not even when she asks him so prettily.

“I’ll be back for him. After dinner,” she looks dejected, but it doesn’t matter to Peter. The clicking of his shoes on the tiles announce his retreat.

With a disappointing huff she watches the lean orderly go before turning back to 015 with a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Alright, kid. Let’s get you all better.”

It’s long after dinner when Peter makes his nightly rounds around the lab, enjoying the peace and quiet, free of the chatter between doctors that could be heard during the day. It’s moments like these Peter enjoys most. The deathly quiet where he can take a moment and think.

Back when he had just been assigned the job of an orderly, he used to take these moments and try as he might to rekindle his power. Every night for days, weeks, months he tried, until he had no choice but to accept that the blocker in his neck did it’s job. There was no way around it.

Later, he took these moments to order his thoughts and form a plan. An escape plan that not even dr. Brenner could see coming. He would be sure to make them all pay, Martin Brenner the first to atone and the last to die.

Nowadays, he saw these quiet moments as the calm before the storm. Much like a spider, he shakes his long limbs loose and his mind wanders off to a place he’d be able to call home. Somewhere he could be well and truly alone.

“For fuck’s sake!” Peter’s head snaps up at the muffled cussing coming from behind a closed door. His body stiffens and his breathing becomes steady like an animal ready to pounce on it’s prey.

Seconds pass like rain droplets joining a winded river as he waits for another sound.

Suddenly, a door on his left flies open and he has his hand halfway lifted before cursing dr. Brenner and his idiotic power blocker.

To his surprise, it’s not one of the other staff members on duty, or even one of the kids.

It’s the pediatrician.

And she’s not wearing her lab coat or her white pants, either. She’s wearing a pastel nightgown. His hand falls, in sync with her face when she notices him.

“Peter?!”

“Doctor.”

A/N: well, that’s the end of chapter 01! If people enjoy it, I’ll definitely continue. I have a bunch of ideas for this pair and I love getting in Peter’s head to discover his motivations etc. Also lmk if you want to be tagged for future chapters!

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