treasure box

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I did another part because I'm insane, and I love this show a lot

caretaker is by their side, taking care of them as they babble and giggle and cry. caretaker tries not to let the things whumpee says get to them. a more honest idea of what happened to them is horrifying and heart-wrenching.

"oh, this doesn't hurt—" a little giggle, "Before, I had to stay still and. there were, veryyy big needles, and it would make me cry. but then I'd get hurt. more."

"blankets? for me? why? but I won't die if I'm not warm!"

"no, no, let me stay on the floor! please don't hurt me, please, I'll be good, don't tell—" choking on whumper's name, "—please. I'll do anything."

"hey, do you think I'm broken?"

"c'n sl'p?" mumbling drowsily, "y'u c'n thr'w me o'ts'd aft'r!"

they're so used to their own company that they forget it's normal to have contacts in their phone, to meet up with friends, to be invited to things.

they can't get close to people because they're scared of someone seeing the real them and deciding it's not worth the effort. and they don't want to tell the people they might actually be close to the truth because then they'll be forever treated differently, even if their friends say they won't.

Whumpee: "Yeah, I was way into cooking before, but now I can't really look at knives without having a dissociative panic attack like a loser."

Caretaker: "Whumpee, don't call yourself a loser! You went through hell."

Whumpee: "Bruh, I don't even remember like 90% of it. Like I don't even know what Whumper did with the knives, I just know I can't look at em."

✶ through your pain shine for us ✶