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“You dreamed about torturing me, you sick fuck?” Whumpee spat from their spot on the floor. They struggled break free of the ropes binding their hands behind their back, but it did nothing but make their wrists raw and bloody.

Their gaze snapped back to Whumpee. “Yes,” they purred. They Whumper took a step toward them, still brandishing the knife, and it took everything in Whumpee not to flinch.

“How could I not?” They continued, “It took me so much work to get you here.”

“Interesting, almost as if I didn’t want to be found.”

Whumper smiled, then yanked Whumper to their feet by their collar and slammed them against the wall. Whumper winced as they felt Whumper press the blade against their throat

The pressure wasn’t enough to draw blood but it still made their pulse quicken, a warning of what was to come.

When Whumpee tried to stand up they found they couldn’t. They were bound to the metal chair they sat on with their hands tied behind their back.

“Where am I?”

“Jesus, I was starting to think you’d never wake up,” a voice said from the corner of the room.

Whumpee squinted in the direction of the voice but their vision was still foggy. A figure took a step toward them, and when they stepped into the light Whumpee recognized them immediately.

They scrowled. “Whumper. What do you want?”

They smiled back. Whumper’s smile was cold, there was no real joy in it. “You know why you’re here.”

Caretaker. Of course. They gritted their teeth and glared up at Whumper. “I don’t know where they are.”

Whumpee chuckled. “You expect me to believe that?”

“I. Don’t. Know. Where. They. Are. You’re wasting your time,” they spat.

The other tsked. They were clearly annoyed with Whumpee’s defiance, but Whumpee didn’t care. Whumper didn’t scare them, or at least Whumpee pretended they didn’t.

“Let’s test that, shall we?”

There was something metal in Whumper’s hands. Once they got, closer they realized it was a knife. Whumpee’s vision made the blade look twisted and warped.

The voice sent shivers down whumpee’s spine. They didn’t have to look up to recognize that voice.

“Fuck off,” they hissed, though they imagined they didn’t seem very intimidating from their position on the ground.

Whumpee winced when they felt a kick to their side. A shoving their face already bruised face against the floor. Whumper’s voice was right up against their ear now. “Answer the question, Dear.”

They fought against Whumper’s hold but Whumpee was too weak to fight them now, even when they weren’t pinned down.

“Go to hell.”

Whumper grabbed them by the hair and yanked their head back and Whumpee cried out, despite their efforts not to. Whumpee hummed. “Mhm, so insolent. Why should I let you go if you’re not even housetrained?”

“I’m not your pet,” the other spat.

Another kick.

Whumper was kneeling beside them now.

They began running their fingers through the other’s hair. Seeing Whumper going from violent to gentle so quickly left Whumpee reeling, but at least they weren’t being hit.

They wanted to draw back, but Whumpee knew that would only result in more pain.

Elle reached down to tilt his head up and he flinched. His hand froze in midair, as if he’d been burned. He looked almost hurt. “I won’t let you die, I promise.”

Elle knelt to the ground beside him. “Do you trust me?”

Charlie looked up at him. The look in his eyes made Charlie want to trust him, even if he couldn’t. He hesitated for a moment. “I-i… want to.”

“That’s all I need.”

Elle laid a hand on his shoulder and, this time Charlie didn’t flinch, instead leaning against him and burying his face in the other’s neck. Elle used one hand to keep pressure on his wounds and the other came up to card through his hair. He melted into the others touch. Elle wondered how long it had been since someone had touched him gently without intent to hurt him. It had clearly been too long.

Caretaker sighed. “Okay, okay. I’m coming.”

Whumpee could only pray they got there in time. “Please hurry,” they said in a small voice.

“I will.”

There was a click and the other hung up. Whumpee leaned against the alley wall and closed their eyes. They hoped Whumper wouldn’t find them. They’d barely even managed to get away, Whumpee didn’t know what Whumper would do if they found them, but they knew it wouldn’t be good.

“You know they won’t get here in time.”

Whumpee jumped. They knew that voice too well, far too well. When they opened their eyes they saw Whumper standing beside them, leaning casually against the alley wall. 

Whumpee scrambled backwards, nearly tripping over their own feet in their panic. “Just leave me alone, please,” they begged.

“Now why would I do that?”

Whumper quickly closed the distance between them, tilting Whumpee upwards and forcing them to look them in the eyes.

Whumpee flinched back violently. “Don’t touch me!”

They stroked the other’s cheek fondly, ignoring Whumpee’s obvious panic. “Oh, whumpee, when will you learn? You’re never getting away from me.”

“Get off me, get off me!”

They shoved Whumper and continued scrambling backwards, but their back hit the wall. 

Whumper shook their head and continued prowling towards them, pinning them against the wall. “It seems you’ve forgotten your place, Whumpee. But don’t worry, I’ll bring you home.”

They noticed the rag in Whumper’s hand too late. They struggled when Whumper pressed the rag against their mouth and noise, but they ultimately had nowhere to go.

“Please, please no,” they whispered.

An unreadable expression spread across his face. “You don’t remember me?” Hero shook their head. “Do you remember anything?”

They hesitated for a moment. It seemed there was something just out of reach that the Hero couldn’t put their finger on. They finally gave up and shook their head. “No.”

“Unfortunate.” That unreadable expression was back. It felt familiar in an odd sort of way. It made the hero nervous. “My name is Supervillain.”

They felt like they’d heard the name before but didn’t know when or how. They shook their head. It felt as if they hit a wall every time they tried to delve into their memories. “Supervillain…”

Hero shook their head and groaned. It was as if a wall blocked them anytime they tried to go back. “I can’t remember anything.”

Supervillain ran a gentle hand through Hero's hair. That unreadable expression was back. “Don’t fret, sweetheart, you’ll be fine.”

Their tone of voice jogged something in Hero’s memory, a single name.

Villain.

They had no idea what the name meant, but it was something. Everything would come back to them eventually, they hoped.

Supervillain smiled at them hesitantly and rubbed their back. “I suppose you’ve forgotten a lot, haven’t you? Perhaps showing you around the place would jog your memory.”

Hero took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah… yeah, that might help me remember something.”

“Excellent.”