#alien whump

Wahoo! I had fun doing this :) Looks like it's still not responsive... what next? 🤔

Imagine being a regular person and meeting this species thats intelligent like yourself and the first thing they do is treat you like an animal

And it’s even better if whumpee doesn’t look human at all, reduced to a creature because they look so different

And it doesn’t even have to be the classic “captured in a lab” plot. Give me workplace discrimination against aliens. Give me humans and aliens mutually meeting and it going bad. Give me language barriers and shaky peace contracts. Give me culture clashes and opportunistic cruelty. Give me your standard basement torture victim plot but the victim is an alien. Give me your standard basement torture plot but one whumpee is human and the other’s an alien!

Alien forced to navigate/use/live in/etc places and objects and other things that are not built for them…

Or an alien captured to be used as some kind of supply of valuable/useful material. Alien captured to be an attraction at some kind of zoo or made to be an “exotic” pet…

Thanks for the ask! I have not...but there's a first time for everything!

You can imagine the specifics of the alien however you like~ I have an image in my head but I don't want it to influence yours. :)

Content Warnings: nonhuman whumpee, alien whumpee, 'it' as a pronoun, stranded, injury, exhaustion, heat, electrocuted, capture

TW: Violence, Vomiting, Electrocution, Swearing, Fear of Death

It was harder to hide at night. Espen had learned that long before his first interaction with a Shadow. Between their dark clothes and his… stark appearance, it made not getting caught an exhausting task.

Exhausting.

Sleep.

That's what had gotten him here in the first place. The last week and a half had gone smoothly. He hadn't even seen a Shadow. In Espen's moment of reprieve, he had let his guard down. He had been stupid. Stupid enough to sleep.

Fuck.

So now he was being chased by a new Shadow. He had learned to tell them apart by eye color. There were only three in this part of the city, and this one wasn't one of them. Green Eyes was either new or not in his designated area.

Fuck. I can't breathe.

Espen thought about using a blast to get the Shadow to back off, but he was hungry and weak, so given the little energy he had, it would likely only keep Green Eyes down for a few seconds, and then he'd be trailing behind him once again.

I can't breathe. No, no, no, no, no...

In his haste to get the fuck away, Espen didn't notice the road coming closer. Cars. Traffic. He stopped abruptly so that he wouldn't get, uh, run over, and in that brief moment, Green Eyes had him on the ground, one foot pressed against his back before it was a knee digging into his spine.

Green Eyes knelt close to his face, eyes meeting his own as he gripped Espen's white hair.

“You're not sneaky, kid,” Green Eyes said, mouth close to his ear as he yanked on his hair. Hard.

Espen squirmed unsuccessfully and was rewarded with a fist cracking against his cheekbone. He pressed his face into the ground and took a few ragged deep breaths, waiting for an idea. Something. Anything.

“You don't exactly,” he chuckled and pulled on Espen's hair again, “blend in.”

“Yeah, well neither does that bigass cup you're wearing to disguise the fact that your dick is practically nonexistent.”

If Espen had nothing, he still had his smart mouth.

Green eyes yanked his head back by his hair and bashed his face into the gravel. Sparks erupted in his vision, and he could feel something warm dripping down his face.

“Even if you didn't have Santa's ass hair on your head, I'd still be able to find you.”

Espen twisted again, but he quickly stopped when he felt something press into the back of his neck, and all-consuming pain flooded his body.

Espen blacked out before he could form another thought.

White walls. White floor. White ceiling. That was all Espen saw when he woke up. Oh, and those bright fucking white lights. He saw those, too. Felt them even more.

His head was pounding, probably from being bashed into the ground, and he could feel the throbbing in his eyes, ears, and jaw.

Sitting up, Espen could see his reflection in the mirror on the farthest wall. He looked like shit. There was still blood on his face, and in his hair, and in his mouth, and…

He fell forwards with a rough gag as his stomach tried to empty itself, but there was nothing to be emptied. Blood dripped onto the white floor, and he scurried back as much as he could.

Because there was a chain on his ankle.

Because he had been caught.

Sixteen years of hiding, and one night of sleep was his downfall. And now he was in the palms of the people who wanted nothing more than to beat him to nothingness.

Everyone knew what Shadows did to people like him. To creatures like him. The rumors all matched up too perfectly. It wasn't coincidental.

He'd be lucky if they killed him.

Espen was going to die here either way.

He'd met a guy in a drug store once who told him that they severed the heads off of Astrals slowly with a serrated knife so that they could feel each fiber being shredded and mangled.

Espen swallowed so that he wouldn't vomit again.

Another man had said that after cutting the backs of their necks, they'd hang them so that the rope would do the rest of the work.

I can't breathe.

Espen lifted a hand in front of his face and flexed his fingers. His hand trembled as he held it out towards the mirror. He closed his eyes and inhaled weakly, mustering up what little energy he had left.

He opened his eyes, training them on the mirror, and–

A wave of electricity so agonizing that it paralyzed him coursed through Espen's body, emanating from the cuff at his ankle. He couldn't even cry out.