Caretaker and Whumper were friends until Whumper told Caretaker about how they "hooked up" with one of their mutual friends, Whumpee. Whumper described Whumpee as playing "hard to get" at first before finally letting Whumper fuck them and even complained about Whumpee "dead fishing" them, just laying there as they got fucked and not doing anything at all. As Caretaker listened, they realized in horror that what Whumper described sounded less like a hook up and more like someone being pressured into sex and dissociating through it.
they don’t know what to do at first. in the moment they don’t know how to react. they want to- well, honestly, they want to sock whumper straight in the jaw. hearing what whumper has done, the way whumper doesn’t seem to either know or care what it is they’re describing, and who they’ve done it to is each as horrifying as the previous piece of the puzzle. caretaker is sickened, horrified, betrayed that their friend would do such a thing and even moreso that they would tell caretaker about it so casually. the one thing that’s top of their mind, though, is whumpee.
whumpee has to be their top priority. they don’t want to upend anything before they have the chance to find out if whumpee is okay (stupid thought, fucking of course they aren’t) and if there’s anything else going on that could put them in danger from whumper. so caretaker quickly ends the conversation, stiff and strained and unable to act like everything is fine, and goes to find whumpee. their head feels heavy and fogged, nausea cramping in their stomach.
when they find whumpee and finally get eyes on them, it’s both reassuring and heartbreaking. seeing them moving around and relatively uninjured, awake and whole, settles something scared and frail in caretaker. still, everything else is obvious. they look tired. it’s in their face, in their body. they’re moving strangely, too, which could be pain and could be things just feeling wrong, uncomfortable. a noise comes from down the hall, loud and sudden but nothing more than a chair being knocked into another or a bowl set on the counter, and whumpee flinches hard.
do they even understand what happened to them? do they think it was okay? do they know they could have told caretaker anything and caretaker would’ve helped, would have been on their side immediately? do they feel like this could come from anyone now, that it could be any of their friends who would suddenly decide they were entitled to their body and not take no for an answer?
“hey,” caretaker calls, finally. whumpee flinches again and the nausea in caretaker’s gut spikes. “hey, i think we need to talk.”
