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Used as bait where Whumper doesn't care about Character A once Character B is captured.

Maybe Whumper leaves them where they are (tied up, possibly gagged), maybe they release them and/or force them to leave, maybe they take Character B and just leaves. Maybe they kill them. Character A's only purpose was to be bait, to lure Character B in and once that is done, they just get tossed to the side.

Once they’re rescued, doctors immediately take B away for intensive care. Despite A’s protests and begging, they won’t let them in to stay with B.

Whumpee A stared at the spot where the two bullets had dug themselves into not A's head but the floor beside them.

"Dealing with a dead body is quite the hassle, you know," Whumper whispered, crouching in front of A. "And you might prove useful to me yet. Besides, I don't need to kill you as long as Whumpee B thinks I've killed you."

And then when it’s all over, whumpees have to talk about it and try to recover. one of them might have an easier time separating intimacy from what happened than the other but they talk through what happened to them and are able to be with each other again.

I LOVE forced to watch and MUTUAL forced to watch?? Be still my heart

putting this one under the cut based on content and it got kinda long

"how are you standing right now?" medic asks, horror splashed across their face. it feels like a dream.

vertigo hooks its claws in whumpee's side and makes them sway. they try grabbing at the nearest fixure— which is caretaker. but no, touching only gets them hurt. the next nearest thing is the stool. they miss.

and im lowkey obsessed with that idea.

After being SA'd, Whumpee feels completely sick with themself. They feel like they somehow violated Caretaker by picturing them when they were being raped.

When they next see Caretaker, they end up completely panicking. Reimagining being in that position they were in with Whumper but with it being Caretaker instead. They don't even know how to explain to Caretaker what's wrong because they think they're a horrible person for 'violating' Caretaker by picturing them like that.

ya know ??? like im imagining caretaker trying to comfort them afterwards and ahhhhh

this is the sort of thing i'm crazy about, right, like. feeling like they've violated caretaker somehow by thinking about them, or telling them something. especially if they thought about caretaker during the assault.

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry. fuck, i'm sorry, i- sorry. god."

caretaker has genuinely no idea what whumpee is apologizing for. they're confused and alarmed and deeply, deeply worried. whumpee had broken down and confessed that whumper had raped them, but that doesn't seem like it, somehow. they clearly feel guilty and responsible for something, but it feels different than a generalized sort of 'this was my fault' reaction to what's happened.

it's like whumpee feels guilty for something related to caretaker somehow.

"it's okay that you told me about this," caretaker says. "that's fucking awful, and i'm glad that i know, so that i can help. i mean, if i can help. i don't know. i want to help."

whumpee just... just sobs.

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, failed rescue, blood, wounds, cpr, mcd, hurt/no comfort

Caretaker was practically coming out of their skin as the car finally pulled in front of the abandoned campgrounds in the woods. There were several cabins: two had caved in roofs, one had the door kicked in, another looked like an animal had made its den there, and there were two solid looking cabins. Whumper had taken all of their victims here. This is where they had tortured and murdered all of their victims. This is where they took Whumpee.

And where Caretaker would find Whumpee. Would save Whumpee.

"Fan out," they ordered to Teammate One and Teammate Two. "You two locate Whumper. I'll work on finding Whumpee. EMS is another twenty minutes out, but I'll field treat what I can while we wait. Call me once you secure Whumper."

"God it," Teammate One said as they began to survey the area. "We'll start with this cabin. We'll call you if we find Whumpee but not Whumper."

Caretaker nodded and headed into the remaining cabin. They crossed their fingers that Whumpee had hidden themself well in the cabin and Whumper hadn't found them. The cabin was eerily silent as the door screeched open. Caretaker flinched. Well, if Whumper was in there, they would know that Caretaker had arrived.

But there were no pounding boots headed towards them. The cabin remained silent. Whumper clearly wasn't here. "Whumpee," Caretaker whisper shouted. "It's me."

Caretaker knew that Whumpee would have taken shelter where Whumper wasn't. Would have found a way to keep themself hidden. Would ignore the sound of the door opening. But they wouldn't ignore Caretaker's voice.

The cabin remained silent. Caretaker moved from the main room--a small room with a fireplace and two broken couches--to the hall where they presumed the bedrooms were. Two of the doors were closed. "Whumpee," they called a little louder. Maybe Whumpee didn't hear them.

They opened the first door and froze. Whumpee lay on their back on the bed, their limbs splayed out around them. Blood stained the bed beneath them. Their eyes were closed and their jaw was slack. A large hunting knife lay on the pillow beside their head.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted as they rushed over. They couldn't be too late. They couldn't be too late. "No, no, no, no!" Caretaker cried as they took Whumpee's pulse and no beat came.

"You can't die. No. Not like this, Whumpee. Not like this." Caretaker said as they clambered onto the bed and began to perform CPR. "You can't do this, Whumpee. Come on."

Whumpee's body jostled with each pump of their chest. Their face was pale. Caretaker tried to ignore the giant wounds in their gut. Tried to ignore the amount of blood that now coated their hands as they pumped. Tried to ignore how Whumpee's skin was cooler than normal. Tried to ignore all of that. Because to acknowledge that would be to acknowledge the truth.

"Caretaker," someone called from the front room. "We got Whumper!"

Caretaker didn't respond. They were working too hard to keep the blood pumping in Whumpee's veins. They had to keep working until EMS arrived. They couldn't let Whumpee die.

"Caretaker, oh fuck," Teammate Two said from the doorway.

"When EMS arrives, lead them back here," Caretaker said tersely as they continued to pump on Whumpee's chest.

"Caretaker, how long--"

"It doesn't matter. I can't stop. We can't fail them now. We were so close." Tears pricked at the corner of Caretaker's eyes. Their vision went blurry as they stared down at Whumpee's slack features.

"Let me take over. I'll tell Teammate One to lead EMS back and then I'll take over. You have to be exhausted."

Caretaker didn't respond. Couldn't respond. They couldn't speak around the lump in their throat. They were too late. They had arrived too late. They failed Whumpee. They stopped pumping on Whumpee's chest as they began to sob.

Whumpee was dead. They had bled out well before Caretaker and the team had arrived. Bled out from the multiple deep stab wounds in their torso and abdomen. Bled out as help was on its way. Bled out because no one had arrived in time to save them.

"Oh, Whumpee," Caretaker sobbed as they lifted Whumpee slowly into their arms. "I'm so sorry. So, so sorry."

Caretaker didn't notice when Teammate Two returned. Didn't notice when Teammate One came in as well. Didn't notice as the ambulance pulled up, no sirens or lights flashing. Didn't notice the voices murmuring behind them. Didn't notice the discussion about who would take Whumpee from them. Didn't notice anything except the body in their arms. Didn't notice anything except for the impossibly heavy weight of what had come to pass. Didn't notice anything except that Whumpee was dead.

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Whumpee who:

A. has been possessed and is now waking up, genuinely confused and in absolute horror, to their teammates who are hurt, fighting for their lives in medbay, and/or cleaning up the wreckage.

What they don’t know is whumper would do the same while dragging Whumpee around

It's driving Whumper crazy that they can't get a reaction out of Whumpee. After yet another unsuccessful torture session they storm out of the basement. In their anger they don't pay attention to the low doorframe and bang their head against it, hard. "Ahh!" They yell out.

Whumpee chuckles.

Whumpee chuckles.

The first sound that Whumper gets out of Whumpee, and it's a chuckle of amusement because of Whumper's pain.

Whumper sees red. They turn around, more enraged than they have ever been in all their life.

"Oh you're gonna regret this," they snarl, an almost murderous look in their eyes.

Whumpee quickly whipe the smirk from their face, willing their eyes not to betray what they feel deep inside.

3.

Whumper was frantically texting for several minutes, occasionally glancing at Team Leader who maintained their poker face. They were desperate to find something that would shatter Team Leader's resolve. Unfortunately, the conversation with Teammate wasn't going according to plan.

"Why have you not fired them yet? They clearly have no respect for you," Whumper shoved the screen in Team Leader's face, giving them time to skim the messages.

One of them said: "Stop micromanaging my every step. I told you, I've got it all under control." Team Leader chuckled at that.

"You think this is funny?!" Whumper growled, hurling the phone at them. It hit Team Leader's head and fell to the ground with a thud. Whumper immediately pulled them by the collar of their tattered shirt.

"Now listen very carefully," Whumper threatened in a low voice. "If you don't tell me where Teammate is-"

"I won't," Team Leader interrupted; their voice was hoarse.

"Then I will break every last bone in your body," Whumper continued. "And I don't even have to do that to make you suffer."

They pulled lightly one of Team Leader's already mangled fingers to elicit a soundless scream.

"I'll make sure you won't get even a moment of rest until I get what I want."

Team Leader squeezed their eyes shut against the pain, taking in small gulps of air. Their resolve hasn't wavered once, but their body was growing tired of enduring the abuse. They considered their options.

"No, stop!" Team Leader exclaimed, letting desperation seep into their voice. "Teammate... they're..."

And now they had to think of a convincing lie.

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Hi, thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed the last snippet! 😊 To tell you the truth, many of my latest drabbles are ideas for a story that I may or may not write one day. I want to finish my current project first before deciding on that.

Anyway, here's something I came up with. I guess I'll just add that Whumper is Team Leader's corrupt superior. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 3

2.

Ping.

Ping. Ping.

Villain jumped at the broken voice, spinning quickly to try and tell where it came from.

In the shadows of the warehouse then- they catch his eyes. Sidekick.

He stumbles forward, tears tracks soaking his face that no doubt had ran cold by now. His arms hug his torso and he sets his jaw,

“He-hero’s dead. It’s what you wanted.. isn’t it??!?” His voice grew bitter with each word and Villain then noticed the dagger in sidekick’s hand.

“Sidekick, let’s just talk this out-“

“Oh what,” Sidekick laughs, tears filling his eyes in seconds, “Don’t pretend that’s not why you’re here.”

Villains closes their mouth, swallowing hard.

“Yeah, thought so. I guess someone got there first.”

The sound of a gun cocking fills the warehouse followed by a third voice;

“I guess someone did.”

Villain’s eyes widen and they feel their stomach drop,

“Su-super Villain.”

Super Villain chuckles, grabbing Sidekick across the chest and putting the gun to his head,

Whumpee leaning into Caretaker, feeling the solid and steady weight of their body

Caretaker placing a hand over Whumpee's, letting Whumpee know they're there in an unobtrusive way

Whumpee and Caretaker pressing their knees together under a table, grounding each other in a way no one else gets to see