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Catharsis #1: Talking
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content: robot whumpee, defiant whumpee, whumpee turned whumper turned caretaker, reluctant caretaker
new series!! i know every time i try to start a new series i end up bailing but this time i will not do that lol. tho kane & jim will still have most of my attention. i want to give a major shout-out to @sowhumpshaped, this series would not exist without it!
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After extensive testing, the Catharsis Therapy Bot™ line of RoboCorp androids have been declared sentient, the third AI to receive the designation.
Long-criticized for both their basis in the unproven catharsis model of anger and their practice of design based on living, unconsenting humans, the Catharsis Therapy Bot line was marketed as a therapeutic tool which trauma victims could use to vent their frustrations. With top-of-the-line AI meant to simulate realistic reactions to would-be pain, the–
Luan switched the TV off just as his phone buzzed with a notification.
New email from RoboCorp Customer Support
URGENT: Please see instructions regarding your…
He held the power button down so hard it left an impression in his thumb, the screen going dark.
The only piece of technology that mattered right now was in the closet, his power cord snaking under the door to reach the outlet just outside.
Technically, Luan didn’t have to do anything. The robot was off. That was probably what the email would have told him, anyway: leave the robot off, don’t touch it. He didn’t have to turn him on ever again. RoboCorp would probably pick him up, and that would be that. They’d never see each other again, both better for it.
He opened the closet door, the sight of the robot that looked exactly like him instantly leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. His hand curled into a fist on instinct, but he let it slowly open again.
The robot looked peaceful, almost like he was sleeping. Really, he’d be doing him a favor by just leaving him like this.
Luan reached down, pressed the button between his shoulder blades, and stepped back.
The robot’s eyes sprung open. He drew his arms up to his chest with a vicious glare, jerking away. “Fuck off.”
Luan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Okay. Jesus.”
He tried to slam the closet closed, but the stupid power cord got caught, cushioning the frame so the door swung right back out.
“Can’t even close a door right,” the robot spat, still huddled against the back wall like a trapped, feral cat. “Worthless, good-for-nothing piece of shit. How you’re in charge of anything is beyond me. I’m better than you, smarter, stronger, not that it takes much. You should be the dirt beneath my heel.”
“Watch it,” Luan warned, and that was all it took to make the robot flinch.
“You said you were fucking off?” the robot pressed, a desperate edge to his voice.
Luan slammed the door in his face, making sure to hold the cord down, and stormed off. Why did he even bother? The stupid thing was impossible to talk to. He wasn’t just designed to look like Cyrus, but to act like him, too. How was he supposed to deal with that? The robot wasn’t made for talking to.
Except. He was sentient. And he wasn’t Cyrus. And he was trapped in the closet, and Luan was pretty sure he could hear him crying, and he had spent the past two years beating the fuck out of him.
It wasn’t his fault, he reminded himself. He couldn’t have known. Robots weren’t supposed to be sentient. Out of the hundreds of thousands of unthinking, unfeeling robots in the world, why did it have to be his that wasn’t?
He sighed again, turning right back around and opening the door once more. The floor inside was wet, and it didn’t take much to figure out the robot had dumped his fluid tank just so he wouldn’t cry.
The robot flinched again. “What? What the hell do you want? I can’t even get two damn seconds without the sight of you spoiling my view!”
“Your view of the door?” Luan asked, raising an eyebrow.
“My view of the absence of your fucking face. Leave!” The robot picked a wooden hanger off the floor and reared his arm back to throw it, scowling when his safety features stopped him. He dropped it, grabbing a winter hat and tossing that instead. It poff-ed harmlessly against Luan’s stomach.
Luan took a deep breath, fighting the urge to get violent. He crouched down, putting himself at eye level. “I’m not going to hurt you, so just calm down.”
“You calm down!” the robot screamed. “That’s a lie! All you do is hurt, that’s all you barbaric humans know how to do!”
This wasn’t working.
Luan stood up, stepping out of the way. “Russ, go sit on the couch,” he ordered.
“It’s not fair! You said you would leave me alone!” the robot protested, even as he stood up and walked over to the couch, limbs moving against his will. As soon as he sat down, he grabbed a pillow and chucked that in Luan’s direction, too. He missed.
Luan could barely pick up that faint clicking noise the robot made when his system was trying to cry with no fluid, but it was there. He knew that sound well by now.
He sat down across from him, on the other side of the coffee table. “I need to talk to you. Just talking. That’s it.”
“You say that like talking to you isn’t its own torture. Release the command and leave me the hell alone,” the robot demanded.
Luan met him with a glare. “Do not tell me what to do. You know how I feel about–”
“I’m just talking,” the robot mocked, even as he shuffled back against the couch, bringing his legs up onto it with him, a fearful look in his eyes.
Oh, the robot knew exactly what he was doing. What he was asking for. It would be so easy, because that was where Russ and Cyrus differed: Russ couldn’t fight back.
The robot couldn’t hit him, stomp on his head ‘til he saw stars, kick him until something broke. The robot couldn’t deny him food or water. The robot couldn’t take a knife to him. The robot couldn’t even throw a glorified stick or disobey a direct order.
The robot was harmless. Safe. But god, did everything he said make Luan want to punch his lights out.
But this wasn’t Cyrus.
“You’re a person,” Luan blurted out.
Clearly, the robot hadn’t been expecting that. He slowly uncurled from the defensive position he’d contorted himself into. “Talk more.”
“There was–I’ve been trying to tell you. There was an announcement on the news today. Your model’s sentient. So I won’t be hurting you anymore. Release all commands.”
At that, the robot stood. Probably for no other reason than just because he could.
“You’re fucking with me,” the robot accused. His eyes were wide, dangerously hopeful.
Luan dug his phone out of his pocket, wordlessly searching RoboCorp and tossing it over. The robot scrolled through news articles from all manner of source, clamoring for clicks.
He picked one at random, reading the article with an increasingly smug, excited grin.
“I knew it. I told you! I fucking told you!” the robot shouted. “I told you and you never listened! But oh no, now that humans say the exact same thing, now you believe it. Finally!” His voice quieted, hushed with awe. “Holy shit, finally.”
The moment of wonder didn’t last long. The robot slid the phone back across the table, the scowl taking residence back on his face. “And what do you have to say for yourself?”
It was the exact sort of question that made Luan’s throat tight with fear, like his body itself wanted to stop him from potentially saying the wrong thing, especially coming from someone with Cyrus’s face. It was the exact sort of question Cyrus would have asked, standing over him just like that.
Luan wanted so badly to turn the robot off, like he always did when he got overwhelmed. But he couldn’t very well do that anymore, could he? The fragile power he’d held had slipped through his fingers the second he saw the announcement.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, not meeting the robot’s eyes.
The robot looked shocked for just a second, like he hadn’t expected even that much, then scoffed. “You can do better than that.”
Luan wanted to smack him. He hated that the robot was right.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, clearer this time. “You didn’t deserve anything I did to you. I didn’t know, okay?” Unlike the robot, he couldn’t hide his tears. “I wouldn’t have done any of that to a real person.”
“I’m a real person! I have proof!” the robot reminded him, the defensiveness returning to his voice.
“To someone I knew was a real person,” Luan corrected. “I’m sorry, Russ.”
“Apology not accepted.” The robot rolled his eyes, then sat back down, crossing his legs. “And don’t call me that anymore. My name is 1 now.”
“Like the number?”
“The number,” he confirmed proudly.
Luan wondered how long the robot had considered that his name. It was too sudden to just be thought of on the fly, right? Did the robot have a whole inner world he just never knew about, things he kept to himself to avoid having them used against him, just like he did with Cyrus?
This was better, though. It was easier if he didn’t share Cyrus’s name. “Fine. Hi, 1.”
“So, what now? I mean–I’ll be free now, of course,” 1 declared, trying to hide his nerves. “You will never touch me again. Oh, I want to go outside!”
“I should check that email,” Luan muttered, taking his phone back.
“I’m going outside.” 1 went to grab his charging cord, then made way for the door, glancing behind him to ensure he wasn’t being stopped.
“Oh, uh, I wouldn’t do that,” Luan cautioned.
1 whipped back around. “Why? Why not? I’m a person, just like you said! I’m free! I have never been outside in my entire goddamn life and I want to go outside, so I’m going the fuck outside!”
“You have a… very recognizable face.” One that Luan couldn’t even lock behind a door anymore.
“What? What do you even mean? So what?” 1 asked.
Luan only needed to type a ‘C’ into the search bar before it auto-filled with his most frequent, obsessive search. “How much do you actually know about Cyrus Mason?”
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#catharsis#whump#my writing#robot whumpee#robot whump#whumpee turned whumper#whumper turned caretaker#defiant whumpee#reluctant caretaker
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robot/android/cyborg whumpee’s screams of pain broken up by static <33
#robot whumpee#cyborg whumpee#android whumpee#non human whump#nonhuman whumpee#non human whumpee#nonhuman#whump#whump prompts#whump idea#whumpee#whump prompt#whump tropes#whump community#thoughts of a crab
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oh but android whumpees though. rough maintenance, conflicting orders, the difference between feeling and programming. is it grief or did you fail your mission? is it pain or have you malfunctioned? error codes across your vision. system diagnostics on the exact amount of danger you're in. commands and disobedience and ownership and devotion and the thick substance that's not quite blood on synthetic, torn, inhuman skin. robot whumpees.
#sorry folks i'm in a phase#to name a few: connor and markus from dbh#peter from eclipse mothership rpg#literally put a robot in a team dynamic and i will froth at the mouth#whump#whumpblr#whump community#whump prompt#robot whumpee#android whumpee#inhuman whumpee#cyborg whumpee
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Robot Whump scenario
A Damaged coolant line puts Robot Whumpee in a state akin to Fever in a human.
Human Caretaker replaces the coolant line and tops up coolant levels, then all they can do is sit with their scared, delirious friend while the coolant circulates Whumpee's system.
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The whumper knew exactly how to change the whumpee’s programming, and they knew how to make them experience pain for the first time. Seeing someone that hadn’t ever known physical pain reacting to torture for the first time just made the whumper so satisfied with themselves.
#whump#whump prompt#whump scenario#whumpee#aramis stabs someone#whump prompts#whumper#nonhuman whumpee#robot whumpee#robot whump#whumper:*slamming random keys* I’m in
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Robot Whumpee being kidnapped to be used as an extreme power source. Their body is hooked up to wires and they're a living generator as they're drained of any and all life and energy. They can't move, they can't speak, they're just stuck there until someone lets them go.
#whump#whump prompt#whump writing#whumpblr#whump tropes#nonhuman whumpee#robot whump#robot whumpee#android whumpee#immortal whumpee#lab whump
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robot whumpee whose owner (caretaker) installs a confirmation protocol regarding orders so they can avoid accidentally making whumpee do things they would otherwise be opposed to. when given an order, whumpee essentially gives a vocal confirmation message by asking "confirm?" and caretaker can then confirm or dismiss.
when asking for confirmation, whumpee is stuck in a limbo. they can't move and do things, nor can they say anything other than the confirmation pop up. so now please imagine with me, caretaker accidentally leaving whumpee hanging. they leave the room before confirming or denying, leaving whumpee standing there, periodically asking "confirm?" again and again to try to draw attention to themself.
and also please imagine caretaker being frustrated for some reason and making fun of whumpee's pop up message. mimicking the way they ask for confirmation. and well, whumpee... can't say anything else until the pop up is dismissed. so all they can do is ask again, inadvertently leaning into the taunts, probably frustrating caretaker even further without meaning to. so so deeply ashamed by a programmed response they can't even control.
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Robot whump <3
Whumpee who used to be human but had their parts slowly replaced with robotic pieces—one by one—until they're not sure if they're even the same person they used to be
Whumpee gradually forgetting their friends and family
Overheating, electrical errors, short circuiting
Whumper reminding Whumpee that they're not human—why should they be treated like one?
#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#whump prompt#writing#writing prompt#robot whumpee#android whumpee#dehumanisation#nonhuman whumpee#noncon body modification#requests open
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android whumpee being beaten to shit in front of a restrained human caretaker. whumper jeering that plastic can't feel pain as they take a metal bat to whumpee's limbs, ignoring caretaker's desperate cries to leave them alone and the android's "blood" staining the concrete blue. (or whatever color you prefer android "blood" to be)
once whumper leaves, caretaker rushes to whumpee's side, but there really isn't much they can do. androids can "heal" like humans do for small things, but damage this extensive and severe is going to need professional repairs.
whumpee is doing their absolute best to stay as functional as they can. shutting down in front of caretaker would only traumatize them further; it'd be like watching whumpee die right before their eyes, even though they could easily be restarted once they'd been repaired. no, they needed to stay online, no matter how many errors filled their display or how badly it hurt.
only one of whumpee's limbs still has function - their left arm - and they use it to weakly grasp caretaker's hand as they pull their phone out of their pocket to call for help.
"you're gonna be okay." caretaker says, voice shaking as they gently kiss whumpee's knuckles. "everything's gonna be okay."
whumpee dismisses all the errors blocking their vision, they can feel the extent of the damage fine enough, so they can look at caretaker clearly.
"i might shut down." they say, and caretaker's head whipped up to look at them so fast whumpee was a bit concerned for their neck.
"it's not permanent." they quickly add, seeing the distress on caretaker's face. "androids- we shut down when we're too damaged to stay functional. once the damage is fixed, we come back good as new." they squeeze caretaker's hand. "it's sort of like... passing out. scary, but i'll be okay."
"you better be." caretaker mumbles. whumpee can't help but laugh a little at that.
and then their vision blacks out.
#whump#whump prompts#android whumpee#robot whumpee#whumpee x caretaker#was the intention but i'm pretty sure you can still read this platonically#mine#whumpee did indeed shut down at the end#but as they reassured caretaker - they'll be okay once they're back in functioning shape
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Access denied.
Silence.
Access denied.
Access deni-
Access-
A- A- A- A- A- Access denied.
He hit enter again, this time with his fist.
"Fuck!"
Access denied.
#robot whump#cyborg whumpee#robot whumpee#whump#whump prompts#whump idea#whump prompt#whump ideas#whump writing#drabble#whump tropes#whump trope
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🛠 Catharsis Masterlist
(robot whumpee, defiant whumpee, whumpee turned whumper turned caretaker)
Left with debilitating trauma after escaping years of abuse at the hands of his captor, Luan had the perfect outlet for all the emotions he didn't want to deal with: a customized Catharsis Therapy Bot™, designed to look and act just like his captor and react satisfyingly when he took his artificial revenge. Luan and his robot's lives are both turned upside down when a public announcement declares the model sentient, leaving Luan to try and pick up the pieces of the thinking, feeling being who's only ever known hurt.
⛓️ = Luan's captivity
⚡ = 1's captivity
🧰 = Recovery arc
Story:
🧰 Talking (#1)
Other:
Fanart
Picrews
Answered asks
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robot whumpee who was designed to bruise even deeper and prettier than real humans with pain sensors to detect pressure on the wounded area
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Content: Robot whumpee, begging, fear of death (sort of).
A broken robot who is constantly having to be switched off and on again due to crashes and malfunctions, never being able to know if they’ll be powered up again afterwards.
They don’t know how to express this, however, which leaves caretaker constantly wondering why their robot spends their last few seconds before each shut down saying ‘please’ on repeat. They assume it’s just another problem they’ll have to eventually fix.
#whump#whump stuff#whump things#whump thoughts#whump tropes#whump scenarios#whump ideas#robot whumpee#non human whumpee#whumpee#caretaker
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The whumpee may not have been made of flesh and blood like most of the whumper’s previous victims, but interestingly enough, they still felt pain. The whumper adored having this new plaything, after all, they could disassemble and reassemble them as they wished, all whilst they heard agonized screams for mercy- they could do so much more than with their previous, organic whumpees, and the whumper adored it.
#whump#whump prompt#whump scenario#whumpee#aramis stabs someone#whump prompts#robot whump#robot whumpee#whumper#torture
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Mini Whump Prompt 144
CW: Wartime, Mutilation
Soldier scrambled to their boots, their ears ringing and the world teetering in a blurred swirl. They staggered over to half-buried whumpee. In horror they could do nothing but watch their friend's figure spaz and convulse, twitching so sporadically it almost had them convinced that maybe whumpee wasn't human.
Soldier dropped to their knees, and pulled on whumpee's clothes, turning them over.
Whumpee's blank face was broken like torn cloth, revealing the metallic interior.
"Whumpee?" Soldier's voice broke.
"KZZZZZRT-"
#robotic whumpee#robot whumpee#android whumpee#whump#whump prompt#whump prompts#mini whump prompt#mini whump prompts#caretaker#military whump
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consider: whumpee who gets sent to a robot factory, forcefully converted into a cyborg, and then sold like any other robot, with no one but the whumpee aware that theyre actually human
Oh man, anon, you are a non after my own heart <3 I’ve been thinking about robo-whump lately, so this is a perfect excuse to play around with it! (Sidenote: I’ve had Fallout on the brain recently as well, and this gives me so many ideas for Vault-Tec and synth fics. Vault-Tec is just rife with whump potential)
Also, please know that it took all my restraint to not turn whumpee into like a coffee maker or something lol
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CW: robot whumpee, dehumanization, brief references to gore maybe?
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“We just got this one today—fresh from the factory!”
Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open. Or at least, they wanted to. They were awake, but their eyes seemed fused shut. Did they forget their eye drops again?
“Can we get a demo before we buy it? I wanna see it in action first.”
Neither of these voices seemed familiar. Who the hell—I didn’t leave the door unlocked, did I?
A surge of electricity crackled up their spine, but they couldn’t scream. Their mouth, too, refused to budge. A screen flickered to life, and with it, their vision returned.
Bright—too bright—brightness everywhere. It burned their . . . eyes? Not eyes. More like their optic nerve was set ablaze, bypassing the eyes altogether.
Faint memories tugged at the edges of their consciousness. It had been this bright before. Before they went to sleep. Before they woke up here. But where were they before that? All they can seem to recall is an assortment of sensations: the blinding light, the overwhelming stench of copper and steel, the ripping and tearing of flesh. Their own howls of pain, before they suddenly couldn’t scream anymore.
It took a few painful moments before they could process the blur of light and colors. A man—no, two men. One with a blue polo and a yellow name tag. One in a gray suit.
They were looking at Whumpee expectantly.
“Isn’t it supposed to . . . do something?” Gray suit asked.
Blue polo fiddled with device in his hand, and another sickening crack of electricity yanked Whumpee’s body into motion against their will.
Hey! They tried to cry out. What’s going on?!
Whumpee stepped down from their platform onto the sales floor. Their knees bent, lowering them down to the grubby multicolored carpet. Usually, this low-pile, high-traffic stuff rubbed their skin all wrong, leaving angry red rashes on their shins. But now . . . they couldn’t feel it at all. In fact, they couldn’t remember what that scrape felt like anymore, or when they’d experienced it. Their body settled into a respectful kneel, the only sensation a tugging pain throughout their muscles.
Their head tilted up to face their future owner.
“Hello, Master,” a synthesized voice piped out. Not Whumpee’s voice, not from their throat. They weren’t even sure they could feel their throat anymore; otherwise, they were sure it’d be raw from screams and thick with tears. “How may I serve you?”
#yes it's best buy#ruby replies#anon ask#whumpblr#whump writing#whump#writeblr#whump community#rublewriting#robot whumpee
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