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juneofdoom · 2 months

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What up, whump fam?!

June of Doom 2024 Prompts!

We've brought back some old favorites/ popular prompts from last year with a healthy dash of new!

Please feel free to participate with original or fan works of any kind (writing, photos, gifs, mood boards, videos, songs, whatever creative medium your heart desires!). You can do one or all of the prompts on any given day, and if none are to your liking, check out the alternate prompts!

Two rules this year!

As with last year, tag your stuff with appropriate warnings, plzkthnx.

AI-created content is highly discouraged and frowned upon. I have no way of "checking", but I respect the time and effort people put into their crafts and encourage everyone to do the same. This isn't a contest for best written or prettiest art — it's a challenge, so challenge yourself.

Text list below the cut for easier crossings-off. And don't forget to tag @juneofdoom so I can reblog your awesome here! Have fun!

“Help me.” | Failed Escape | On the Run | Fetal Position |

“It didn’t have to be this way.” | Scream | Double Cross | Made to Watch |

“Well, well, well…” | Hiding | Ambushed | Stalking |

“Does that hurt?” | Impalement | Fracture | Punishment |

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” | Bite | Swelling | Disfiguration |

“They don’t care about you.” | Flinch | Broken Promise | Abandoned |

“What happened?” | Nightmare | Isolation | Stumbling |

“This is your last chance.” | Drowning | Chair | Prisoner Trade |

“I made a mistake.” | Accident | Acceptance | Blame |

“Can you hear me?” | Fear | Smoke | Phone Call |

“We’re out of time.” | Bleeding Out | Collapse | Flatline |

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.” | Dehydration | Grief | Coma |

“Wait!” | Sacrifice | Adrenaline | Cornered |

“What were you thinking?” | Surrender | Human Shield | Outmatched |

“Get me out of here!” | Rescue | Chainsaw | Presumed Dead |

“At least it can’t get any worse.” | Secret | Stranded | Setback |

“You don’t want to do that.” | Struggle | Blackmail | Desperate Measures |

“I’m fine.” | Self-defense | Allergies | Headache |

“This can’t be happening!” | Sobbing | Straitjacket | Dissociation |

“I can handle it.” | Scrape | Panic Attack | Neglect |

“Let’s play a game. “ | Stairs | Pressure Points | Trap Door |

“What’s the bad news?” | Poison | Bedridden | Cauterization |

“You’re doing great.” | Trembling | Gaslighting | Rules |

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” | Blankets | Stitches | Bandages |

“I should have listened to you.” | Guilt | Backseat | Failure |

“Don’t lie to me.” | Rage | Choke | Paranoia |

“Or what?” | Defiance | Display | Last Resort |

“Say something.” | Numb | Cold Shoulder | Gag |

“I’m so cold.” | Delirium | Fever | Exposure |

“Breathe, damn you!” | Shock | Asphyxiation | Emergency Room |

ALTERNATE PROMPTS

“Who did this to you?”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not okay.”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

“You poor thing.”

Attending Your Own Funeral

Broken Glass

Mask

Whip

Obedience

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bg-sparrow · 1 year

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Challenge Blog: @juneofdoom

For anybody looking to do more whump in June, some fellow whump fans encouraged me to make a prompt list!

Please feel free to participate with original or fan works of any kind (writing, photos, gifs, moodboards, videos, songs, whatever creative medium your heart desires!), tag your stuff with proper warnings, and don't forget to tag #juneofdoom for your entries!

#juneofdoom #whump writing #whump stuff #summer of whump #whump things #whump prompts #writing prompts #whump

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serickswrites · 10 months

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On Three

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, choking, strangulation, forced to watch

“It’s going to be ok, Whumpee,” Caretaker said as they sat helplessly in the chair they were chained to.

Whumper laughed as they circled Whumpee. “Why would you lie to them like that? I’m going to strangle them over and over, Caretaker. How is that ok?”

Whumpee watched Whumper with wide, terror-filled eyes. They couldn’t speak they were so afraid of what was going to happen to them.

“Because they will be ok. I’m going to get us both out of here.”

Whumper slapped Caretaker hard across the face. “Don’t say things you can’t make good on, Caretaker.”

Caretaker blinked through the stinging pain. “Or what?”

“Or I will make sure they suffer.”

Caretaker shut their mouth tightly. They didn’t want Whumper to hurt Whumpee any further. But they needed to make sure Whumpee didn’t give up, didn’t let their fire go out. They needed Whumpee to know that they would get the two of them out of there. They just needed more time.

“I’m going to throttle you, Whumpee. It’s going to hurt. I’m going to watch as you fight for oxygen. And I’m going to make sure Caretaker sees you go limp in my arms. I’m going to do it again and again. Until I tire of you like I’ve tired of the others.”

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper advanced on them. “On three, Whumpee, take a big breath. Big as you can!” Caretaker urged as Whumper wrapped their fingers delicately around Whumpee’s throat.

“Three,” Whumper whispered as they tightened their fingers.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw choking #tw strangulation #tw forced to watch #juneofdoom #june of doom 2023 #day 21 #on three #prompt: choking #queue

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starry-night-author · 11 months

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June of Doom Day #11

Firearm | Backseat |

June of Doom Prompt List

"Keep it steady," Villain said.

They then proceeded to nearly completely climb out of the moving vehicle, one foot on the windowsill and the other on the passenger's seat, aiming a huge firearm at their pursuers.

From the drivers seat, Supervillain glanced up at them. "I'll try, but we're going nearly 80 miles an hour right now, I don't think I can- hold on to something!"

Villain immediately lowered their gun and grabbed ahold of the railings on top of the car as Supervillain completed nearly a complete ninety degree turn.

In the back seat, the bound and gagged Hero was thrown to the side, their face nearly colliding painfully with the window. By the time they sat up, Villain was leaning back into the car. "Reload-"

"Got you covered, there's some under the seat." Supervillain replied, not taking their eyes off the road. Sirens from dozens of law enforcement cars sounded behind them.

Villain checked, grinned. They leaned across to kiss Supervillain's cheek. "You're the best, darling!"

Before Hero knew it, Villain was climbing back out of the window, firing almost at random. Their hair whipped in the wind and they looked near manic as they fired and screamed.

"Ha ha ha take that! You'll never take us alive!"

From the backseat, Hero blushed.

#ooooooo someone's got a cruuuuush #hero x villain #villain x hero #juneofdoom #hero #villain #heroes and villains #hero x villain community #writing #writing snippet #starry-night-author #supervillain #supervillain x villain #villain x supervillain

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blackrosesandwhump · 11 months

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June of Doom Day 12

Prompt: “It’s no use.” (Explosion | Fainting | Trembling)

CW: magical exhaustion, bleeding out, near death, fainting (obviously)

"It’s no use," hero whispers. On his knees, he slumps forward, his hands shaking. "I can’t heal you. The wound’s too deep.” It’s too deep, and his power is used up. Weak and empty, he has just enough consciousness left to focus on breathing. He can barely get enough air. Even his lungs feel shriveled. Each shallow exhale puffs out in the cold, a little haze of fog in the dark.

“It was…worth a shot.” Villain’s skin has turned ash-grey. His hand, clamped over the bleeding wound in his side, tenses once and falls to his side, limp. "Too soon…for the pun?"

"Too…" hero starts, but a wave of weakness threatens to topple him, and he clenches his teeth instead. He doesn’t have the strength to smile anyway.

Villain smiles for him, a tiny curl of his bloodstained mouth. "It’s okay...you tried."

The encroaching darkness is so close now hero can almost taste it. Or maybe it's his own blood, his exhaustion starting to destroy him from the inside. "But…supervillain…"

"Supervillain...can go…to hell."

Villain’s words. The last thing hero hears before he collapses into…nothing.

@forthetaintedsorrow-whump @whumping-to-conclusions @whumping-out-of-time @juneofdoom

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fallenwhumpee · 11 months

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"Does that hurt?"

June 4: Delirium | Hypothermia | Stabilization • Masterlist •

Warnings: Torture, mentioned character death.

Their cell was cold. It was freezing, snow leaking in from the small window a few meters high at the wall. Medic and Youngest were cuddled together, as much as their binds and Whumper let them.

Leader was tied to a chair at the other side of the room, stripped from everything more than basic clothing, and the soaked - with blood and water - fabric was frozen on their body.

"Leader." Medic called. Keeping them awake was getting harder. "Leader. I need you to answer me."

"Can't you l-let me be?"

Youngest stirred next to them, too tired after the night watch to fully wake up.

"No!" Medic moved to get a closer look, the warmth so tempting to get back. Leader looked pale, their eyes half closed. They were breathing fast and shivering. It was good if they could keep this state, but Medic knew it was impossible without warming them. "Just stay awake for me, please."

They grumbled, but their eyes opened more.

"Just like this. You know I hate to be alone." They often abused Leader's inability to make one of the team sad, but it was the first time Medic used it desperately.

"J-just for y-you," Leader began. "My f-favourite." They sobbed. Medic frowned, they had never... never cried in front of the team.

"You'll n-not leave me this t-time." Their teeth were clanging into each other, tears falling. "Please d-don't... don't leave m-me alone, Caretaker."

Medic blinked away their tears, swallowing the knot forming in their throat.

"Leader, Caretaker is..."

Medic had first heard the name when Leader was too out of it to remember what they said. Looking into records, they realized this mysterious Caretaker was the only person close to Leader when they were working alone, and they had died. They were denied access to the report, so they had let go. But in their long time with Leader, Leader never called for someone again, and it always touched Medic when they heard the only person Leader wanted near them at their lowest.

"We'll g-get out, and y-you'll be o-okay. Just don't— don't leave me."

"Alright," They choked out. Seeing Leader at their down was hard. "No one is leaving. But you have to stay awake."

"I'm t-tired."

"But it's no time to rest." They said sharply. "Please." They added, regretting their snap instantly. Medic was scared. They were good with their hands, calm when everything depended on them, but they were terrible with people despite being a part of the team for most of their time. Leader was the only force that kept Medic interact with the others, helping them to let go of their shy or sharp attitude. "Stay awake."

The door opened, and a warm breeze filled the room before it got closed by Whumper.

"Enjoying your stay, I hope." They began as they walked towards Leader. Leader didn't move. "No snarl? You disappoint me. I thought you'd stand to a little cold."

Leader looked up, recognising the person finally. Their face twisted, something between anger and disgust. Their eyes were on Whumper, slowly following the movements, tired and having a hard time focusing on.

"Ah, you and your silent glares. To my delight, it can neither kill me nor save you."

Whumper punched them in the stomach, and Leader bended as much as their bonds let them. They gasped but straightened themselves as Whumper wanted to raise their head by holding their chin, a sharp move stopping Whumper, glaring more confident. They were not shivering, and Medic knew it wasn't a good sign.

Whumper smiled, sending a shiver to Medic's spine. They slightly lifted the blooded t-shirt, revealing a wide stab wound - the skin around it looking too red over the pale skin. Whumper punched Leader again, this time aiming the wound.

"Does it hurt?"

Leader whimpered, doubled over, and eyes squeezed.

"I want a verbal answer. Like civilised beings you liked to blabber about in our every encounter."

Leader only swore.

Whumper punched once more, Leader falling back with the chair.

"I asked you something! And you will answer if you don't want your new friends to share the same fate as Caretaker."

Leader didn't react.

Their head was fallen to the other side, and Medic couldn't understand if they were awake. Medic cursed, and Whumper sharply turned to them. Whumper hummed, their scary eyes staring into Medic's.

"I believe I can use a change." They got closer. Medic shielded Youngest as well as they could, shivering. "Ah, so cute. Leader must be proud of their minion, so alike them." They leaned forward, right at Medic's reach, but Medic couldn't do anything. "Let's see if you can stand against like Leader too."

But before Whumper raised their hand, heavy step sounds filled the room. Medic smiled, and Whumper fled.

A shout to follow them, footsteps rushing closer.

"Medic!" Right Hand threw themselves at their knees in front of Medic, untying the ropes. "Are you alright?"

"Let me help Leader." They passed Youngest to Teammate, crawling next to Leader as they felt their knees ache from days of idleness.

Right Han cut the ropes of Leader, but Leader didn't even stir. Medic removed the wet t-shirt instantly, checking the swollen wound. Leader's breaths were too faint, pulse lower than Medic worried.

Right Hand wrapped the unmoving body with their coat.

"Leader." Right Hand called as they picked Leader up, Medic standing next to them. No response again. They walked out of the building, slowly not to jolt Leader's injuries. Right Hand whispered at them, concern clear in their voice. Medic shrugged, not really sure what to do as both authority figures' facades shattered.

Their vehicle was waiting for them already. Youngest was at the front seat, cuddled into a blanket, Teammate vibrating at the driver seat.

"Go!" Right Hand demanded as they placed Leader to the middle seat, leaning Leader's head to their chest. Medic took out the blankets placed at their feet, throwing them both on Leader and themselves as they locked their arms around Leader's left arm, hoping to warm the cold skin with contact.

Leader cried softly, melting into Right Hand's embrace and relaxing as Medic got closer. They murmured something, burying their face to Right Hand's neck.

Medic was settled into a new watch, checking Leader's forehead as hypothermia slowly let go of Leader's body, raging fever of infection taking over.

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rizzoto-whump · 10 months

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@juneofdoom alt. prompt - “It didn't have to be this way,”

"It didn't have to be this way if you stayed with me, Whumpee."

#whump #whump prompt #whump art #restrained #electrocution whump #bruises #torture #chained #captivity whump #hurt no comfort #crying whumpee #injury #nosebleed #juneofdoom #sadistic whumper

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hhabaddon · 10 months

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June of Doom (Day 17)

Prompt list [here] || Previous / Next

Prompt(s); "Don't lie to me." | Accident | Doubt | Gaslighting

Enjoy! If this one looks a little different, it's because this one was done on my laptop! (finally)

TW // Abuse, gaslighting

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"Don't lie to me," snarled Whumper, who was towering over a cowering Whumpee.

"I'm not!" cried Whumpee, tears dripping off their chin, “It really was an accident!”

Whumpee looked over at the broken glass beside them. They had been drying the dishes when one had slipped out of their hands, shattering on the tile floor. They were in the process of cleaning it up when Whumper arrived home.

Whumper scoffed at them, "You don't really think that, do you, Whumpee?"

Whumpee trembled under Whumper's glare. It was an accident!

"Obviously, you dropped that on purpose. To provoke me."

"No!" defended Whumpee, "It-"

Whumper cut them off, "You're crazy. I can't believe you'd break something. On purpose, too." Whumper shook their head at Whumpee, as if disappointed with them.

"And then," Whumper continued, eyebrows furrowing, "When I asked you what happened, you yelled at me."

"What," whispered Whumpee, "No, I-, You-!"

Had they really broken it on purpose?

"And now!" cried Whumper, "You're trying to gaslight me?"

Were they? They weren't trying to...

"No, I..." Whumpee looked down at the ground.

"I can't believe you, Whumpee." A tear dripped off Whumper's face, and landed on Whumpee's knee. "Clean this shit up. You deserve it."

Whumper walked out of the room. Whumpee tucked their head between their knees and cried.

Had they really done all that? They must really be a bad guy.

June of Doom Masterlist [here]

#writer #creative writer #creative writing #june of doom #ficddon #juneofdoom #whump #whumpee #writeblr #tw abuse #tw gaslighting #abused whumpee #whump prompts

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actress4him · 11 months

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June of Doom 2023

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Taglist: @painful-pooch

Day 9 - “I should have listened to you.” | Sprain | Defiance | Smoke

Contains: lady whump with male whumper, captivity, restraints, beating, stress position, mild blood, implied starvation, head trauma, hair pulling, death mention, broken ribs, dislocation mention, brief dog and master imagery

There isn’t much to see in the basement. Lainey inspects every concrete block, every crack in the foundation, every plank on the steps, every lock on the door, and finds absolutely nothing useful. It still feels better than just sitting around, though. Not that she’s blaming Isa for sitting, she can’t even help it with that chain around her neck. That thing makes Lainey want to punch something every time she thinks of it. But she also has a feeling Isa wouldn’t be helping her look even if she could get up and move.

It doesn’t take long for the man to return. She’s just come back down the stairs from checking out the door when the locks start to slide open, so she spins around and plants her feet, glaring up at their captor, trying to ignore the way her heart is suddenly threatening to break through her ribcage.

He’s not much to look at, either. Just an unattractive, scraggly bearded man, like someone you might see loitering outside a gas station and walk quickly past on your way inside. For good reason, apparently.

“Have you come to let me go?” she demands as he starts down the stairs. “To let us both go?”

He scowls back at her. “I see you haven’t yet learned your lesson about keeping your mouth shut.”

“You think I’m going to listen to you? Some low-life who gets his kicks from kidnapping and chaining up young women?” He’s getting closer, and part of her wants to back away, but her pride and anger won’t let her. “I bet you’ve never had a girlfriend before, have you? Probably never had any friends at all. Is this the only way you can get anyone to hang around you? Locking them in your basement?”

She sees the swinging fist coming, but can’t get out of its path. It smashes into her face with a force that sends her over backwards, head cracking against the wall as she hits the ground. Her vision cuts out, then comes back swirling and spinning. There’s something bitter and metallic pouring over her lips. It takes far too long for her to realize that it’s blood.

As she sits there, stunned and in pain, the man advances. He grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her up off the floor, dragging her toward the center of the room. Her feet stumble clumsily after him.

“I told you to shut up. You’ll figure out I mean what I say sooner or later.”

He throws her down, and she just barely keeps her head from smacking concrete again. Her arm isn’t so lucky, unable to move from its restrained position and getting crushed between her body and the floor.

For an instant, she sees Isa, sitting directly in front of the assault. She has her head turned to the side, staring off at some unknown point, face blank.

Then a boot is buried in her stomach. Lainey doubles over, coughing and gasping for air that seems to have vanished. The man doesn’t wait for her to catch her breath, though. He keeps kicking, pounding the toe of his boot into her ribs and back and legs over and over and over again. She curls up as best she can, trying instinctively to protect her organs, but all she can do otherwise is lie there and groan and sob.

It seems to last forever. Part of her thinks she actually might die right then and there. But then the kicks stop. He reaches down and grabs her by her bound wrist, pulling her backwards across the floor. She moans again as her shoulders bear the brunt of the pressure and as every sore part of her is jostled.

He drops her again, and a chain rattles behind her. A moment later her wrists are being pulled upward once more, but this time the chain sounds accompany it, and this time it doesn’t stop. They keep being dragged up toward the ceiling until she’s forced to move, scrambling with leaden limbs to get her feet underneath her and stand. The chain seems to be hooked to the ziptie around her wrists. She can’t straighten her back or lift her head, shoulders wrenched as far backwards as they’ll go and wrists stuck up high.

And that’s how he leaves her. He doesn’t say another word, just walks off, footsteps echoing through the nearly empty room. She cranes her head to the side to see him pick something up off the stairs before disappearing up them.

She’s never been in this much pain in her life. Before now, the worst pain she could remember was a broken arm from her highschool softball days, but between her throbbing head, her burning shoulders, and the fiery pain that shoots through her ribs every time she breathes, this is way worse.

“That was my food.”

She tries to look over at Isa but can’t get her head to lift that high. “Wh-...what?”

Isa’s voice grows a little louder, a bit higher pitched. “He was coming down to bring me food and water, and probably unchain me, and you screwed it all up disrespecting him like I warned you not to.”

Lainey scoffs, hardly believing her ears. “Do you…do you realize…you sound like a dog right now? Waiting for your…master to feed and water and unchain you?” She winces at the increased pain in her ribs that talking creates, trying to shift her position. “And…I’m the one who just got…beaten up so…pardon me if I’m not overly concerned about your food.”

“And whose fault is that?” It comes out practically a growl, the most emotion she’s heard out of her so far. “I told you not to make him mad. I told you it would get you hurt. I’ve been here for five years, remember? I’ve tried it all before. I’ve figured out how to survive. But if you don’t want to listen to me, fine. Refuse to save yourself any pain. Learn everything the hard way, like I did. Just…can you at least leave me out of it?” Her voice wavers at the end, going quiet again. “I haven’t eaten in days, because he was gone to get you. And the two bottles of water he left me ran out hours ago.”

Isa sounds like she’s about to cry, and Lainey finds her own throat tightening in sympathy. She hadn’t meant to rob Isa of her first food in days. She wants to help her, not cause her more trouble. But she’s being an idiot, isn’t she? The woman’s right, she’s managed to survive for five years, and it’s stupid for Lainey not to listen to her advice, no matter how much it makes her skin crawl to think of sucking up to that man.

“I’m sorry.” She tries again to look at her, and manages to catch at least a glimpse of her face. “I should have…I should have listened to you. You’re right, it’s…my own fault that I got hurt. And I didn’t think about…you suffering from it.” She pauses, breathing through the pain and thinking about her response. “I can’t…promise that I’ll do exactly what you want. I’m not good…at holding my tongue. But, uh…I’ll try.”

There’s silence for a long time. It’s a struggle for Lainey not to find some way to fill it, despite her painful position.

“I don’t want you to have to go through everything I have,” Isa murmurs finally. “And I’m…honestly terrified that you’re gonna make things even worse. Keeping on his good side is so tentative. I just want to keep things as…easy as possible. For both of us.”

“Yeah,” Lainey breathes. “I, um…I get it.” She considers her next words carefully before deciding to take the leap and say them. “Hey, do you…still have the water bottles?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you roll one over to me?”

“They’re empty.”

“I know, just…just do it if you can.” She can hear movement and the slight crackle of thin plastic. A few seconds later an empty bottle rolls to a stop several inches from her foot. “Hey, nice shot. Lemme just…” Very carefully, grimacing with each movement, she steps on the heel of first one sneaker, then the other, removing them and kicking them behind her. Then she strategically uses her toes to pull off one sock, too. Isa mutters warnings about dislocating her shoulders here and there, but Lainey is determined to make this work.

Stretching out the bare foot, she drags the water bottle closer. “It’s still got drops of water left in it, so if I focus, I can…” She lays her foot across the bottle and closes her eyes. This is much easier to do with her hands, but the foot will have to do in a pinch like this. It takes almost a full minute of concentration, but eventually the droplets start to grow, dripping down into the bottle. The process gets faster as it goes, until there’s water swirling all through the bottle, filling it.

“There we go.” Satisfied with her work, Lainey takes careful aim and shoves the bottle back in Isa’s direction. “I can’t make you food, but…I can at least do that.”

“Water magic.” The plastic crinkles in Isa’s hand again.

“Yep. I’m…not very skilled at it, but…expanding water that’s already there…isn’t so hard.”

There’s no answer for a moment, but it sounds like Isa is taking a drink. “Thank you,” she says softly when she’s done.

“Yeah,” Lainey replies, equally as soft. “No problem.”

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fevredayz · 11 months

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June of Doom: Day 2 - Sobbing

RIP Credo

#devil may cry #DMC #DMC4 #juneofdoom #june2-ofdoom #dmc nero #dmc kyrie #devil may cry 4 #dmc credo

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letthewhumpbegin · 10 months

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Sorry - Shadow and Bone

Fandom: Shadow and Bone , Six of Crows Characters: Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey Prompt: this was written for @juneofdoom Day 27, prompt "I'm so sorry." Word count: 2254 Warnings: contains descriptions of panic attack (almost right from the start), blood, stab wound, passing out, drugging.

How do you treat injuries on a man who won't let you touch him? Who recoils in fear at the slightest brush of someone else against him?

That was exactly the kind of problem Jesper was faced with when he found Kaz, injured, bleeding and fully in the clutches of a panic attack, up in his chambers above the Crow Club.

The thief stood in the middle of the room, breathing hard, and bleeding quite profusely from a wound to the front of his right shoulder. Even the black coat and black gloves could not hide the amount of blood already staining Kaz's clothes and hands.

"What happened?" Jesper eyed his boss in worry. "Stabbed." The answer was strained and produced with much difficulty. Jesper immediately understood everything about this situation. A stabbing rarely occurred without any kind of physical contact, and therefore not only wounding Kaz's flesh, but also wounding him mentally.

Jesper knew he was in for a challenge now. It was quite easily determined that Kaz's wound could not be left untreated, but exactly how he would get Kaz to let him do that, was a completely mystery still to Jesper.

"Boss, you need to let me have a look at that." Jesper forced himself to remain calm and not mirror Kaz's panic. Kaz still stood in the middle of the room, his eyes pressed tightly shut, and doing his utter best to not completely lose control over himself. But even Jesper could see it was a losing battle. "Don't," Kaz growled under his breath. He swayed ominously on his feet, only held upright by the support of his trusted cane. The swift hand gesture was aimed at Jesper to keep his distance.

But Jesper wasn't letting this go. Either the blood loos or the panic attack would take Kaz out soon enough, but he would rather not stand by and wait until either of those sent Kaz crashing to the floor.

"Kaz, please," Jesper pleaded. All to no avail, although he hadn't really expected it to work. Jesper took a tentative step closer, and immediately wished he hadn't. Kaz reacted as if someone had already laid hands on him, and fled stumbling away across the room, coming to a stop only when the wall prevented him from going any further. There he stood, trembling and taking heaving breaths.

Jesper realised he was further away than ever from Kaz letting him come closer and have a look at that wound. "Boss..." He tried one last time. A plan took shape in his mind, but it was an evil one, and Jesper would hold off on putting that into motion for as long as he could. But so far Kaz wasn't leaving him much choice. This panic attack was the worst Kaz had had in a while, and probably for the first time ever, Jesper didn't know what to say or do to get Kaz to regain control over himself again.

"I said... d--don't..." Kaz growled through clenched jaws. He stood with his back turned to Jesper, both hands spread out wide against the wall to steady himself. Blood dripped from his clothes onto the floor now, and every muscle in his body either trembled or was tensed up to the max.

It was now or never, that much Jesper knew. He had no idea if his plan was going to work, but he had to try something. For Kaz's sake. Kaz would probably hate him for eternity for what he was about to do, but Jesper was willing to take that risk. A mad Kaz was always better than a dead Kaz.

Jesper reluctantly tore his eyes off his boss, and instead focused on the canteen of clear liquid sitting on the corner of Kaz's desk. The average visitor would assume it to be a bottle of liquor, but Jesper knew better. He had only seen it used once, by Inej. A few drops of that stuff on a handkerchief pressed over some guy's nose and mouth, and it was lights out for a few hours. Jesper wasn't quite sure what the liquid was, but he sure knew it was effective.

With fingers feeling like lead for what he was about to do, Jesper took a handkerchief from his pocket and poured a generous amount of the liquid onto the fabric. He had to be sure there was enough on there, because he would probably only get one shot at this.

Jesper slowly turned back to Kaz, handkerchief ready in one hand. It was a cruel kind of luck that Kaz was still completely in the clutches of his panic attack, otherwise Jesper would not have been able to sneak up on him like he did. As he got closer, Jesper could hear the strained, panicked wheezes of Kaz's breaths and saw how Kaz's entire frame shook like a leaf in the wind. "I'm sorry, boss." Jesper hesitated for just a second. "I'm so sorry for this."

The gunslinger moved fast. Almost as if drawing his gun, he whipped his arm around Kaz from behind, instantly pressing the handkerchief firmly over Kaz's mouth and nose.

As expected, Kaz reacted like a wild animal fighting for its life. He pushed himself off the wall, propelling himself back-first into Jesper's chest, and trying to twist out of the gunslinger's iron grip on him. But Jesper had been prepared for this. He didn't want to know how much trauma this raked up for Kaz, but Jesper convinced himself it was for the greater good and maintained the strong hold he had on Kaz's slender frame.

"Come on, Kaz," Jesper pleaded almost desperately, "take a deep breath, and this will all be over soon." Kaz still struggled in his arms, albeit a little less already, but Jesper had the distinct feeling Kaz was holding his breath. He wished nothing more than for this to be over. It pained him to see Kaz this panicked, but he also knew that leaving that wound untreated would probably not end well either. And while conscious, Kaz would surely not let anyone come near enough to treat it.

Relief washed over Jesper when Kaz suddenly gasped under his hand, no longer able to hold in his breath and inhaling a lungful of the fumes from the liquid.

Immediately, Jesper felt Kaz's body start to slack. "That's it," he encouraged, "come on, just a few more breaths." Kaz already didn't fight him anymore, and slowly his entire body went limp. When finally his knees buckled, Jesper quickly moved his arms to catch Kaz. He slowly and carefully moved the thief onto the floor, gently lying him down on his back.

Sitting on his knees beside his now unconscious boss, the weight of guilt already pressed down heavily on Jesper. Kaz would hate his guts for this, he was sure of it. "I'm so sorry," Jesper mumbled again, even though Kaz could impossibly hear him, "so sorry..."

Slowly, Jesper set to work on cleaning and treating Kaz's wound. It was a deep and nasty stab wound, but with proper treatment and rest it was nothing Kaz couldn't survive and heal from.

Jesper truly felt this was the last thing he would ever be allowed to do for Kaz. It was difficult for him to accept that this well-meant act possibly damaged his relationship with Kaz for good, but he would worry about that later. All that mattered for now was that Kaz received treatment, so Jesper silently and swiftly set to work...

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In the end, Jesper could not get himself to leave until he was absolutely sure Kaz would wake up alright.

Kaz still lay on the floor, although no longer bleeding and now covered by his own coat to ensure he would stay warm. Jesper didn't have the heart to move him. Cleaning and patching up the wound to Kaz's shoulder, meant he had had to touch Kaz's skin much more than he was comfortable with. Not that Kaz had been conscious for any of it, but Jesper couldn't shake the mental picture of Kaz's agony and panic if he had been.

The first signs of Kaz's consciousness returning came a few hours after Jesper had finished treating the wound. He groaned softly, stirring slightly, but not fully moving yet. A flicker of the hearth fire reflected in his eyes as he slowly opened them.

Jesper had been biting his nails bloody while waiting for Kaz to wake up, but now that he saw his boss slowly regain consciousness, Jesper anxiously held his breath and sat deadly still, afraid of what was to come. He had folded himself up on a big leather armchair on the other side of the room, as far away from Kaz as possible, but still within range to see and hear if anything changed in Kaz's condition.

The silence was almost tangible and utterly unbearable until Kaz finally found enough consciousness to speak. "What did you do to me?" His voice sounded slurred and uncharacteristically fragile. Jesper had not moved an inch or made a sound, so how Kaz knew he was there, he didn't know.

Jesper swallowed hard before he spoke. "T--the canteen..." To his surprise, a dark, humorless chuckle rose up from somewhere deep inside Kaz's chest. "Good to know that stuff works," he mumbled sarcastically. "--What?" Jesper frowned, utterly confused now. Was Kaz not angry with him for violating his trust like he had done?

Kaz slowly moved himself onto his side, hissing violently when that made he had to move his injured shoulder. He propped himself up on one elbow, before dragging himself up into a seated position. The effort left him out of breath, in considerable pain and dizzy.

Kaz's eyes effortlessly found Jesper, even in the dimly lit room. The usual unreadable expression was back on Kaz's face, but Jesper, too, saw the vulnerability hiding underneath it. And they both knew Jesper had seen Kaz at his very most vulnerable tonight.

The silence Kaz allowed to fall as he stared at Jesper did nothing to ease the gunslinger's nerves. "So, you're... not..." Jesper stammered. Kaz ran a hand over his weary face, for the first time breaking his eye contact with Jesper. "I don't blame you for choosing to do what you did," he mumbled weakly, "one might even say I'm grateful." "You are?" Jesper unfurled himself and leaned forward in his seat, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Yes," Kaz answered, a self-loathing scowl playing on his face. "For obvious reasons."

Jesper didn't immediately speak, but knew this was Kaz's way of thanking him. "I'm still sorry for it," Jesper finally mumbled. Kaz smirked darkly. "I didn't enjoy it, if that's what you mean, but you did what you had to do." Kaz's hand hovered over his injured shoulder, and Jesper knew Kaz, too, was well aware of the treatment that had been necessary for the wound now neatly covered under bandages. "You didn't leave me much choice," Jesper answered a little uncomfortably still. "I'm well aware." Kaz closed his eyes. He looked only half conscious, feeling the after effects of the drug, the blood loos ánd his panic attack.

Suddenly, Kaz toppled sideways, slumping back onto the floor. Now Jesper was quick out of his seat and on his knees by Kaz's side, but mindful to keep the distance Kaz required.

"You alright, boss?" Jesper looked Kaz over in concern. Kaz was calm, but the general discomfort still radiated off of him. "No," Kaz breathed out, never raising his head off the carpeted floor. "Dizzy, pain..." "Well, you were stabbed and most likely lost over a pint of blood." Jesper spoke half mockingly in the way only he could. "You need rest. Even though that's a word you haven't much familiarity with."

Kaz huffed, but accepted defeat. No matter how much he hated it, he probably wouldn't be able to stand on his feet anyway. Saints, he couldn't even sit up without collapsing back onto the floor!

"Do you need help moving to a more comfortable spot?" Jesper asked softly. "No, I'm alright here for now," Kaz mumbled back. He knew Jesper meant well, but he couldn't bear the thought of anymore hands touching him. And without help or support, he surely wasn't able to move an inch. So, for now, he chose the floor. "Anything else you need?" Jesper watched Kaz slowly close his eyes. His boss' strength was rapidly giving out on him, whether Kaz wanted to or not.

Kaz took a while before responding, and Jesper actually suspected him to have slipped off into either sleep or unconsciousness. "Stay..." Kaz finally mumbled, barely audible, but Jesper heard it. "Sure," Jesper answered quietly, "I'm not going anywhere."

He would stay here with Kaz and watch over him, of course he would. Jesper moved back to the armchair. No matter how long Kaz wanted him to stay, Jesper would do so without protest. He watched Kaz lying on the floor on the other end of the room, the light from the hearth fire flickering across his face. The slow, deep breaths meant Kaz was at ease.

Kaz would be alright. They would be alright, Jesper knew that now. And even though he still felt a sting of guilt for what he had had to do, all that mattered now was that Kaz would be fine.

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For anybody looking to do more whump in June, some fellow whump fans encouraged me to make a prompt list!

My only rule is that you tag your stuff with proper warnings, plzkthnx.

And don't forget to tag your entries with #juneofdoom so I can reblog them here! Have fun!

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serickswrites · 10 months

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How Many Fingers Am I Holding Up?

Warnings: rescue, captivity, torture, unconsciousness, restraints, poison, caretaker and whumpee

“Whumpee! Whumpee! I’m here. I’m here!” Caretaker shouted as they ran to the basement where they knew Whumper had to be keeping Whumpee. They had checked the rest of the house and Whumpee was nowhere to be found.

Caretaker kicked open the door and hesitated on the stairs. Whumpee was slumped over, arms pulled at an awkward angle by the chains that kept them attached to the wall. “Whumpee?”

They could see Whumpee’s body move with each breath, but Whumpee didn’t respond to their words. Caretaker hurried forward. “Whumpee?” They rolled Whumpee onto their side. “I’m here Whumpee. Whumpee! Say something.”

Caretaker gave Whumpee a little shake. Whumpee blinked open bleary eyes. They blinked, their gaze unfocused. “C-C-Caretaker?”

“I’m here, Whumpee. I’m here.” Caretaker said softly as they looked for a way to get the cuffs off Whumpee’s wrists.

Whumpee’s lips twitched as their eyelids drooped closed once more. “Hmmmm,” they hummed once before going quiet.

“Stay awake, Whumpee. Talk to me.” Caretaker worked quickly.

“Mmmmm. ‘m ‘ere,” they whispered as they struggled to open their eyes once more.

Caretaker tapped Whumpee’s cheek as Whumpee’s eyelids fluttered. “Whumpee. Keep your eyes on me.” What had Whumper done?

“C-C-Can’t. T-TTooooo ‘ny. ‘zzy.”

“Whumpee, how many fingers am I holding up?” Caretaker had a sinking feeling in their stomach. “Whumpee, how hard did you hit your head?”

Whumpee blinked up at Caretaker with fever bright eyes. “No. P-P-Poi--” their words cut off as they began to cough. Loud, wet coughs wracked their body as they tried to speak once more. Caretaker rubbed Whumpee’s back as Whumpee kept trying to speak.

But Caretaker knew what Whumpee was going to say and didn’t need Whumpee to finish. Whumpee had been poisoned. Rage boiled in their stomach as they realized Whumper had set this trap for Caretaker. Made it easy for Caretaker to find Whumpee. But didn’t make it easy to save Whumpee. Caretaker made a silent promise that they would pay Whumper back in kind once they got Whumpee to safety.

“It’s ok, Whumpee. I’ve got you. I’m going to save you,” Caretaker said as they lifted Whumpee into their arms.

Whumpee had gone silent after the last bout of coughing. Terribly silent and still. “Whumpee?” Caretaker tapped Whumpee’s cheek as they started towards the basement stairs. “Come on, Whumpee. Wake up.”

Whumpee’s only response was the quiet, irregular wheeze that let Caretaker know they were still alive. “Hang in there, Whumpee. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Hold on.”

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starry-night-author · 10 months

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June of Doom Day #18

"How long have you been like this?" | Sleep Deprivation | Blankets |

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"How long have you been like this?!"

Those were the first words out of Hero's mouth as they looked around the wrecked room. Covered in used tissues and half-full cups, with a huge mass of dirty blankets that was pretending to be a bed in one corner.

On the bed, Villain just sniffed and rolled over.

Hero quickly crossed the room, standing over their nemesis. "What happened?"

"Fever," Villain grumbled, turning away from them. They sniffed again, and pulled their blanket up higher.

"Oh no," Hero felt their forehead, they were burning up. "When was the last time you drank? Or ate something? Or slept? Do you need-"

"I'm fine," Villain waved them away. "You're too nosy."

"I'm not nosy, I'm just concerned! You haven't shown up to fights for a week, have you really been sick this whole time?" That was the first shocking thing about all of this.

"Maybe," Villain coughed. "I got better for a few days, but it got bad again because I hadn't been sleeping."

"Why weren't you-" Hero sighed. "Never mind. I can't leave you like this. Where do you keep your tea, and where's the broom?"

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hummingbird-of-light · 10 months

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June of Doom Day 27

27. “I’m so sorry.”

| Sacrifice | Obsession | Display |

TW: stalking, cleithrophobia, claustrophobia

A/N: Alternate Universe - Stalker/Psychopath

When Montgomery Scott knocked on his host's door, he didn't know how the evening would end for him.

Of course, he had high hopes for the date, because he couldn't deny that his stomach tingled every time John Harrison was around. So he definitely wouldn't be averse to the evening ending in the handsome man's bed.

He had met John on the campus of his university. Actually Scotty had intended to enroll in Starfleet, but there he had been rejected for the time being because he was supposedly too cheeky. Too smart for his own good - that's how his mother had always put it.

In the end, his IQ had led to his acceptance at a renowned university in England. With the resources he had there, he could certainly prove his transwarp beaming theory. And then Starfleet simply had to accept him.

The door opened and Scotty couldn't help but smile as he eyed his counterpart from head to toe.

John always looked stunning with his raven hair and pretty blue eyes, but today he had also dressed especially smartly.

"Hey Scotty, glad you came. Come on in."

A quick kiss on the cheek in greeting, then Scott stepped inside. He looked around. The apartment was small, but he hadn't expected much more from a fellow student.

"So this is where the great John Harrison lives. Very fancy."

He heard John's deep laugh behind him and once again his stomach fluttered.

"Well, it's not much, but it's still better than living in a frat house."

Playfully indignant, Scotty slapped the other's shoulder.

"Hey, it's not that bad!"

John just shrugged and then led Scotty into the small living room where there was a set dining table. A candle stood in the middle, flickering in the darkened room.

"Oh, how romantic. I didn't think of ye that way."

John's conspiratorial smile would have been enough of an answer, but still he gently stroked Scotty's arm and whispered in his ear.

"Well... it is a very special evening, isn't it?"

The grin on Scott's face widened and he turned to grab John by the collar and pull him closer to him.

"I suppose it is."

Kiss followed after kiss and Scotty would have preferred to lead the other directly to the sofa, but John finally stopped him. A smile was on his lips.

"Ah, ah, ah - first the main course and then dessert. I cooked especially for you, didn't I?"

Scotty sighed theatrically, but then allowed himself to be led to the table.

"All right... but I can be very impatient."

John's smile turned into a sly grin.

"Yeah, me too. But I want to enjoy this. Who knows how long this evening will last."

With those words, the host disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Scotty behind.

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They talked and laughed a lot. The food was incredibly good and Scotty knew he should never let this man go if he was such a good cook.

He didn't really want to miss a second of their date, but something distracted him.

"Uhm, excuse me, but... where's the bathroom?"

John just laughed and nodded toward the hallway.

"Out here and then just to the right."

Quickly Scotty got up and with a promise to return any moment, he headed out.

He made extra haste, but as he wanted to make his way back to the living room, his eyes fell on something lying on the floor across from the bathroom.

It was a white piece of paper. At least, that's what it looked like at first. However, when Scotty picked it up and turned it over, his breath caught.

It was... a photograph. Printed copies were a rarity, but they still existed in isolated cases.

But it was not the fact that it was a real photo that shocked Scott, but what was depicted on it.

The photo... showed him.

If it had been any picture from his social media, Scotty wouldn't even have been surprised. After all, it wasn't unusual to have a photo of one's future boyfriend.

But this picture was different. It showed him... sleeping. In his bedroom.

Where the hell had John gotten such a picture? Scotty looked at the door in front of him where the photo had been.

If he would take a quick look inside? Just a quick glance.

Carefully, his hand slid to the button beside the door and it opened with a soft hiss.

What Scotty beheld sent a cold shiver down his spine.

It was John's bedroom. There was a bed, a closet, and... walls full of photos.

They showed Scotty in all sorts of situations. Sleeping, eating, studying, shopping, meeting friends.

Scotty's pulse raced and his breathing became frantic. What kind of sick crap was this? Had... John been stalking him?

Slowly shaking his head, Scott walked across the room and looked around. This... was just crazy!

John would never...

It took a moment for the Scotsman to realize that he had better get out of this place as soon as possible.

Hastily, he left the room and went back to the living room, where John was still sitting and waiting.

"Hey, uhm... I think I'm allergic to something in the food. I... am a little nauseous. I'm so sorry, but I think I'd better go and get some rest."

Even as he said it, he automatically took a few steps backwards.

"Oh, really? Well, that's too bad, Scotty. I was actually hoping you'd spend the night with me."

John stood up and came closer. Unnoticed, Scotty let his hand slip into his back pants pocket... and he froze. Startled, he looked down.

"Oh, are you looking for this?"

His gaze wandered back to John, who was suddenly holding his communicator. When had he...

"J-John, what..."

But Scotty didn't get to finish his question, for John suddenly fired a phaser at him.

For a moment Scott still staggered, then he collapsed.

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When he woke up, he didn't know for sure where he was. All he realized was that he was lying in a kind of coffin. And that his body was stuck to the bottom of it.

No matter how hard he tried to move... he failed miserably.

Panic gripped his body and he almost hyperventilated.

"H-hey! Help! Help me!"

Tears filled his eyes. He hated it. He hated not being able to move.

"Please! Help me!"

He heard a door open and a whistle reached his ear.

"P... please."

It took a moment for the familiar face of John to appear above him. He smiled gently.

"Oh, hello, Scotty. You're awake. Have you called for me yet? I couldn't hear you. This room is soundproof, you know?"

Scotty swallowed hard. Where was he? Where had John taken him?

"I hope you're lying comfortably? You're going to be in that position for a very long time, after all."

A hand ran tenderly through his hair and Scott shivered.

"What... what do ye mean?"

John just sighed before standing up and walking around the coffin.

"I guess it's time to tell you the truth, huh? My name isn't actually John. It's just an alias I used here in England. My name is Khan. I travel around different countries and... try to expand my collection."

Scotty blinked in confusion.

"C-collection?"

John - no... Khan - nodded eagerly. His grin widened.

"I'm researching the brain waves of various geniuses, trying to find similarities and differences. I want to try to create a... perfect human being. I've been to a few countries, but you? You're very special, Scotty. Not only were you the best specimen at the university, you were... extremely attractive."

Khan knelt down again and put a hand on Scotty's cheek. He stroked it gently.

"I've taken extra time to observe you and.... to seduce you. And I was actually hoping that the two of us would at least have one nice night together before.... well... the experiment starts."

A sad sigh escaped Khan and he pouted.

"But you just had to find my bedroom, didn't you? It's a shame, really."

Scotty wanted to say something, but every sound caught in his throat.

And suddenly he felt the coffin fill with a strange liquid. It was sticky and quickly enveloped his arms and legs.

"What... what is this!!! What are ye doing?!"

In panic, he moved his eyes, trying to look around. A finger was placed on his lips.

"Shh, it's okay. It's all part of the experiment. After all, we have to make sure you lie still, don't we?"

Again the hand ran through Scott's hair and he gasped anxiously. His eyes almost threatened to fall out of his head, they were so big.

He... he would die! He would drown in this strange liquid that kept closing around his body.

"N-no... please don't. Don't kill me."

Indignation washed over Khan's face and he clicked his tongue reprovingly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Oh, Scotty. I'm not going to kill you. You have to live, after all, so I can measure your brain waves."

He felt Khan attaching small electrodes to his head and he wanted nothing more than to shake them off again.

"I've taken care of everything. You're getting a nice ventilation system for your nose and a tube in your mouth for feeding. And I took care of the little toilet problem too, of course," Khan said with a wink before chuckling.

"You probably haven't even noticed the catheter and the rest, have you? The anesthesia will wear off soon, though."

Scotty made a choked sound as Khan put the ventilator and tube on him.

"The fluid is a little stretchy, so there's nothing in the way of breathing and swallowing movements. It's not like this is the first time I've done this. So you have nothing to worry about, Scotty."

Nothing to worry about? Nothing to worry about?! Khan was turning him into a living statue!

He could no longer speak because of the tube that reached into his throat, but he stared at his counterpart in shock, begging for him to stop.

"I would advise you to close your eyes, though. You don't want them to stay open forever, do you?"

The liquid rose and Scotty squeezed his eyes shut, letting the tears run free.

"Tomorrow we're already traveling to the next country. I'm looking forward to making another friend for you. And I thank you for your participation in this experiment. Good night, Scotty."

A kiss on his lips, then the coffin was sealed with a lid. And Scotty disappeared into the worst nightmare of his life.

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