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June of Doom Day 7

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

Content: character "death", slit throat, nightmare, captivity

Whumpee was tied to a chair as Whumper walked towards them with a cruel grin on their face. Whumpee's breath got faster as they struggled against the restraints.

"Long time no see Whumpee."

Whumpee's breath caught in their throat as they noticed Whumper was holding a knife.

"I thought I'd lost you. You really put me to a lot of trouble running away like that."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper lifted the knife to their throat.

"You turned me in too. I really thought I could trust you."

Whumpee hissed through their teeth as Whumper pressed down the knife enough to draw blood.

"You know I love you Whumpee. I really do, but I just can't stand to look at you after you betrayed me like that. To end my troubles I think I might just have to end you."

Whumpee screamed as Whumper slit their throat. Blood gargled in their mouth and then everything went black.

Whumpee woke up with a scream and frantic breaths. Oh gosh. This can't be happening. Whumper was going to kill them. They were gonna die with that- They realized that Whumper wasn't there. They looked around with bleary eyes. Were they... oh. They were in their room. They reached up to touch their throat with shaky hands. There was no blood. Relief washed over them. They were alive. Whumper didn't win.

Whumpee stumbled out of bed. Gosh, their throat was so dry. They needed water. They took a few unsteady steps before crashing into the wall.

Caretaker came bursting through the door, eyes widening at seeing Whumpee's state. They were leaning against the wall on wobbly legs, sweat and confusion on their face.

Caretaker rushed over to Whumpee and carefully helped them sit down. "Whumpee! What happened?"

"Uhh... I don't really know. I- I was with Whumper and he... killed me. Then I was here and... Can you get me some water please?"

"Of course."

Caretaker came back shortly and handed Whumpee the water which they downed in a few seconds.

"Th-thank you."

"Sure." Caretaker looked at Whumpee, concern lacing their features. "You said you were with Whumper. He's gone, has been for a while. You're safe now. I'm guessing you had another nightmare."

"Uh, yeah. I guess so."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really if that's okay." Whumpee's face turned red, "Could you... um maybe tuck me back in?"

Caretaker smiled, "Of course sweetheart."

Caretaker helped Whumpee into bed and wrapped them up in big, fluffy blankets until they were comfy. They stayed at Whumpee's bedside, playing with their hair. Caretaker smiled as Whumpee peacefully drifted to sleep. They hoped it would stay that way for a while. Whumpee could really use the rest.

“Over here we have our latest experiment C1TR4 they are a humanoid cyborg feline, they have Enhanced vision (night vision and thermal sensors). Retractable claws capable of cutting through metal. Superhuman agility and reflexes. Hidden compartments in their robotic limbs for tools or weapons.” The scientist would bang on the glass to get C1TR4 away from the window “I apologize for the bothersome noise they are making a few volts should keep them quiet.”

Frozen Tears

Warnings: captivity, hypothermia, cold torture

“HELLO!” Whumpee shouted as they banged on the door to the cell they’d been thrown into hours ago. “PLEASE! ANYONE!”

They had been banging on the door for hours. Hours after Whumper had shoved them in here. Hours after they had walked every inch of the tiny cell looking for a way to escape. Hours after realizing if they didn’t get out of here soon, they would likely freeze. 

“PLEASE!” They said as another shiver wracked their body. They were so cold. And so tired. But they couldn’t stop. 

But they had to. It was becoming too hard to raise their fist to the door. Too hard to keep standing. As they slid down the door, rolling into a ball, they began to cry. It was hopeless. 

Whumpee was too tired and cold to notice that their tears froze on their cheeks, beading their eyelashes with tiny icicles. They were too cold and tired to notice the camera pointed directly at them from an observation window. And they were too tired and cold to notice when the door finally opened. 

Well, Whumptober didn't work out, but have some class work. Expect a video on the 30th or earlier! Hope yall like book burning~

"Cuz devils don't fly.

So don't expect me not to fall.

No, devils don't fly.

But God, we almost had it all!

But I got chains, and you got wings,

We know that life ain't fair sometimes.

No, devils don't fly.

But I try."

~

-Devils Don't Fly, Natalia Kills

Whumptober No.1

Damn the Ace of Spades and all he did to break them down... But she refused to snap.

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How do we feel about caretaker having to take whumpee prisoner because of opposing sides but they still look after them and the whumpee is like so scared and the ✨A N G S T✨

anon you have unlocked whump GOLD 🤩 I don’t vibe with every captivity scenario but this one ✨HITS ✨

the fear in caretaker’s eyes matches the fear in whumpee’s, and all they can do is whisper “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” under their breath as they lead them to their captors.

caretaker lightly holding whumpee’s arms behind their back: firm enough to look convincing but gently enough that it doesn’t hurt. still, they can feel whumpee trembling under their fingertips, knowing what comes next.

when whumpee is led away from caretaker, and casts one last terrified look over their shoulder, so scared and small-looking that caretaker feels their heart shattering.

caretaker watching helplessly as whumpee is brutally, mercilessly interrogated for answers caretaker knows they don’t have.

caretaker volunteers for night shift after night shift to guard whumpee. they’re woefully sleep deprived, but no one is hurting whumpee on their watch.

caretaker sneaks whumpee a little extra food and a blanket at night, after all the others have gone to sleep.

caretaker feels guilty af when they have to take the blanket back in the early morning hours before anyone wakes up - and it nearly crushes them when they see a sleeping whumpee curl up tighter as they try to retain the heat they’re losing.

caretaker finally stepping in to stop a particularly personal line of questioning: “no. stop. that’s enough.”

caretaker walks them back to their cell and secretly slips their hand into whumpee’s and gives it a squeeze. whumpee squeezes back, and caretaker doesn’t miss that whumpee holds it a beat too long before letting go.

caretaker fighting back tears as whumpee rocks themselves back and forth in the corner, singing softly to themselves. if only caretaker could just give them a hug-

THE GUILT CARETAKER FEELS THE WHOLE DANG TIME

when whumpee gets sick, and caretaker desperately tries to obtain any bit of medicine to help. when they bring what little they find, whumpee looks at them with such fevered gratitude that caretaker can hardly bear it.

that night, caretaker says to hell with the consequences and gets whumpee and themselves out of there.

whumpee’s so exhausted from the ordeal that caretaker has to carry them out in the dead of night.

let’s not forget the night they have to spend in the woods on their way to the safe house, caretaker curled around whumpee’s body to keep them warm.

when they reach the safe house, and caretaker refuses to leave whumpee’s side, nursing them back to health and staying with them around the clock.

when whumpee is finally out of the woods, a guilt-wracked caretaker collapses into whumpee, hands clutching the fabric of whumpee’s shirt, sobbing about how sorry they were.

“we should I have left sooner - I should have done more - I could’ve done something….”

whumpee swallows around the lump in their throat and tentatively strokes their caretaker’s back. “shhhh,” they whisper soothingly. “it’s alright. it wasn’t your fault. you did what you had to. and hey,” they smile weakly, thumbing the tears away from whumpee’s cheeks, “you got me out, didn’t you?”

caretaker nods, but they still don’t let go of whumpee for a long time after that. and whumpee doesn’t let go either.