Tea

Their next friend group, they tried to fit in again. They knew they would have to leave them eventually, but it was so nice while it lasted. They wanted to make it count. On the side, they were experimenting with their own immortality like one does with any attribute they have. They tried to see how far they could push it without permanent consequences. 

The real test came around the time communication underwent a revolution. It was their fifth friend group, and the secret was found out by one of them. They immediately posted about it on their socials, and Whumpee soon realised that bouncing around the same area only brought more attention to them. They had to leave countries, cross borders. Anything to get away.

They learned new languages. Integrated into new cultures. Their fame always caught up with them.

Soon, it wasn’t them pushing their own boundaries anymore. They’d never forget the day the police kicked down the door of their motel room and brought them in for questioning. Before long, they were smuggled off into a government facility. Their new ‘friend group’ were a bunch of scientist in pristine, white lab coats, running tests on them and seeing where the limits of this ‘immortality’ were.

What they found out was that there were no limits. Whumpee was indestructible. They always survived, they always came back, and they always regenerated. 

The lab was where they met Caretaker. Thinking of them still made them teary-eyed, despite the fact they could barely remember anything about them. Not their face, not their voice; only the memories and emotions. Caretaker was an idealist, a new scientist introduced to the lab. They were the only one that saw them as somewhat human. A person, even. They were the one who helped them escape.

The following years were not peaceful, but they were the best Whumpee had ever had, not counting the years of blissful ignorance before their curse kicked in. Caretaker was gentle with them, washing them of dirt and grime after they’d made their escape. They really wished they could remember their face. They really wished they had some sort of tangible memory. But everything had been destroyed.

Caretaker brought them ice cream and boba tea. They crocheted them a blanket to keep them warm, and they bought shirts with silly custom words on the front. Whumpee could never leave their cellar for fear of being discovered, nor could they talk in anything but hushed tones, but it was nice. It was intimate. Cosy. 

Then Caretaker grew old and frail. Their visits went from daily to every two days, then three, then weekly. They could barely traverse the steep steps that led down into the cellar, and towards the end, Whumpee offered to walk upstairs instead. 

“They’ll catch you if you make the faintest noise,” Caretaker would say then. “You must stay down here, for your own good. You understand that, right? I’m not saying this to be antagonistic.”

“But you can barely walk, and I’m so lonely down here,” they would plead more than once. “You need to be taken care of, too. I could do that. I could take care of you.”

“No, Whumpee. I’m sorry. I just want to protect you, you know that. Let me.”

So Whumpee stayed in the cellar. The visits grew even rarer. Some days, Whumpee wondered if Caretaker even remembered that they were down there. 

One day, the visits stopped entirely.

It took the stench of rotting flesh to reach the cellar for Whumpee to muster up the courage to go upstairs. They found nothing but a decomposing corpse in Caretaker’s bed. It was the first time they ever stuck around long enough to see what awaited mortal humans at the end of their lifespan, and as jarring as it had been at the time, now they couldn’t remember that either. They’d called the hearse and left, trying to evade the government on their own.

Years passed. Decades passed. Centuries. Millenia. Whumpee saw humanity rise and fall. They couldn’t exactly pinpoint the time the last human died, but when they hadn’t seen one in decades, they kind of assumed they were all gone. The brightly shining sun exploded and turned into a red giant before collapsing in on itself and becoming a white dwarf. It had been cold ever since. Cold and dark. 

Whumpee curled up a little tighter, trying to stop the chattering of their teeth. They hadn’t breathed oxygen in billions of years. Their body was used to a constant state of asphyxiation now.

Would there ever be a new civilization? Something akin to humans? And if there would, would they treat them all the same? Or even worse? Or would there be a new Caretaker? 

They were kind of glad there was little to no light. What they could see of their body had turned pitch black from constant frostbite. Some days their fingers fell off, some days a whole leg got detached. They didn’t want to see any of that happen.

A short, sharp zap to the sternum shut me up, at least for a second. “Your pain,” she repeated, seizing my chin in her hand, “is what makes you useful. Say it three times, and this session ends, alright? That’s a pretty clear win condition. You’d have to be stupid not to accept it.”

I loosened my jaw, made like I was going slack with defeat. “M … my …”

Her fingers slipped on my sweaty skin as her grip tightened. “Yeah?” she prompted.

I jerked my head to the side, and my teeth closed around flesh and bone. I tasted blood before she screeched, and before she had the presence of mind to electrocute me again. The prod drove deep into my stomach, but I clenched my jaw down harder against the pain, against the screaming in my ear. You’re gonna hurt with me, motherfucker.

Finally I couldn’t stand the electricity anymore. I released her mangled fingers, and her blood dripped down my chin. She reared back and didn’t waste a second in driving the cattle prod into my stomach, zapping me so long it began to burn. “You son of a bitch!” Her boot drove into my leg, and as it buckled, the prod dragged up my chest.

I was seeing stars by the time it ended, colors swirling in my vision like they were trying to brighten up the plain tile of my cell. The trainer hissed in pain, flexing her injured hand. I couldn’t see how good I’d gotten her, but I could still taste her blood, so I had to assume it was pretty goddamn good. I spit some of it out by her boots.

She just glared at me. “You don’t eat until you say your affirmations, you goddamn brat. Enjoy starving.” She hooked her cattle prod into her belt and left, slamming the door behind her.

Rules are the same as usual -

You only have to use one prompt of the prompts for each day! But you’re welcome to use multiple if you want to. You can also combine days and it counts for both.

I know the description of the blog says it’s a writing event, but if you want to draw or make other kinds of content, that’s cool too.

Have fun, tag content warnings (such as noncon, graphic violence, etc) and try not to be crushed by the mortifying ordeal of posting your writing.

The mini challenges this year also function as your alternate prompts, you can replace a day with one of them if none of the prompts that day work for you.

This is a pretty chill event so you can start posting whenever but I’ll be reblogging posts made to the #Whumpay2026 tag throughout May. 

If you have any questions or need ideas, send an ask!

If you use Ai I’ll hunt you for sport.

and an extra special thanks to everyone who suggested prompts.

MAIN PROMPT LIST:

Day One - Accidentally Hurting A Friend / “Nothing’s wrong, stop asking!.” / PTSD  

Day Two - Sole Survivor / “Please don’t leave me.” / Trapped Underground 

Day Three - Blackmail / “Don’t make me do this.” / Suicide Attempt

Day four - Stockholm Syndrome / “Stop fighting it.” / Touch Starvation

Day Five - Came Back Wrong / “What have you done to me?” / Body Horror

Day Six - Rescued Too Late / Unable To Speak / Mouth Sewn Shut

Day Seven - Gaslighting / “Why did you lie to me?” / Incest

Day Eight - Chemical Restraint / “It’s for your own good.” / Caretaker Burnout

Day Nine - Excessive Drinking / “You’re going to kill yourself doing this.” / Grief 

Day Ten - Hiding An Injury / “It’s not as bad as it looks.” / Reopened Wound

Day Eleven -  Protecting An Injury / “Look at me. Deep breaths.” / Internal Bleeding

Day Twelve - Whumper Turned Whumpee / “You thought I wouldn’t notice?” / Trauma Reveal

 Day Thirteen - Anger Born Of Worry / “Never do that again.” / Appendicitis 

Day Fourteen - Shared Pain / “This is all your fault!” / Broken Ribs 

Day Fifteen - Forced To Watch / “No one is coming to save you.” / Waterboarding

Day Sixteen - Crying Wolf / “Why won’t you believe me?” / Hallucinations

Day Seventeen - Self-Defense Killing / “Does it ever get easier?” / Adrenaline Crash

Day Eighteen - Fingers in Wound / “Wait, what are you—don’t—!” / Arterial Bleeding

Day Nineteen - Makeshift Weapon  / “Don’t come any closer!” / Backed Into A Corner

Day Twenty - Living Weapon / ‘I know you’re in there somewhere’ Fight /  Head Injury

Day Twenty-One - Sadistic Choice / “Please, I’ll do anything…” / Deathbed Confessions

Day Twenty-Two - Feed A Cold, Starve A Fever / “How long have you felt like this?” / Stress-Induced Illness

Day Twenty-Three - Last-Minute Rescue / “Oh god, that’s a lot of blood.” / Loss Of Extremity

Day Twenty-Four - Hurting To Help / “I swear, I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to.” / Bone Malunion 

Day Twenty-Five - Betrayal / Collapsing In The Middle Of A Sentence / Self-Surgery

Day Twenty-Six - Villain Whumpee / “Why are you doing this to me?” / Contrapasso

Day Twenty-Seven - Mental Breakdown  / “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” / Withdrawal

Day Twenty-Eight -Forced Transformation / “This isn’t what I wanted.” /  Dehumanization

Day Twenty-Nine -  Field Medicine / Using Real Name For Impact / Barbed Wire 

Day Thirty - Enemy To Caretaker / “If anyone touches you, I’ll kill them.” / Failed Escape

Day Thirty-One - Time Loop / “I can’t do this anymore!”  / Character Death

MINI CHALLENGE #1 : FIVE DAYS

Day One - Hanahaki Disease 

Day Two - “I don’t remember the last time I saw you smile.”  

Day Three - Overworked

Day Four - Chronic Pain

Day Five - Fever-Induced Delirium 

MINI CHALLENGE #2 : NINE DAYS

Day One - Caught In An Explosion

Day Two - Passing Out From Pain

Day Three - Loss Of Sense(s)

Day Four - Coughing Up Blood

Day Five - “Why won’t you just leave me alone?!”

Day Six - Near Death Experience 

Day Seven - Hurt Caretaker

Day Eight - Medical Emergency