knappen art

It's fine. It's fine, and they're okay, and they asked for this. Caretaker still seems reluctant to continue every time they do it though.

"Whumpee, maybe this is enough for toda-"

"No!" They shout, looking up at Caretaker through their hair with a pained expression. "It's- It's my name. It's mine, and I don't-" Whumpee grips their hair tighter and grits their teeth, "I don't want to be scared of my own name forever Caretaker. It's mine. Whumper doesn't get to take that from me."

and whumper is smiling the same as ever, a familiar arrogance in every line of their stance. really, the tipping point is that they still expect whumpee to grovel by their feet, to be stepped on, to be hurt and humiliated— and suddenly caretaker and/or friends are holding whumpee back, as they try to break out of the hold to destroy this pathetic waste of space once and forever.

do we fw it

also alt version of the first one just because

His hand on the nape of Whumpee's neck tightened not enough to hurt, but enough to command absolute attention. He leaned down, his face inches from Whumpee's, his eyes boring into theirs with a terrifying intensity.

Last poll winner! Good old smoke break 🚬