i'm writing a really whumpy concept about a whumpee who has been in captivity since early youth.
even though he's grown, he still has the mind and soul of a little boy because he was never taught how to grow up, and in fact, his youthful energy was encouraged.
but he knows so much pain, more pain and suffering than any child or adult ought to know.
but the most devastating part about this whumpee is that he has no idea what it means to be a person without suffering. caretaker tells him to please...just be a kid. just act normal. don't scurry to do the chores immediately, don't act like a machine, don't try everything possible to please or pleasure caretaker. just exist.
but whumpee does not know how. he remembers the games he watched kids play through his window outside, while he was all alone and nursing wounds.
he tries his best to recreate them. but there are chunks missing.
he plays hopscotch, but all he does is hop on the ground, not knowing that one must draw squares and numbers on the ground to play hopscotch properly.
he plays ring around the rosy, but he's all by himself. so he does not even make a circle. he just skips around and chants the song.
and caretaker is watching this, and trying to convince whumpee that he's doing a great job, that he's doing good, so that whumpee will not be so afraid of failing his mission of being "normal".
but it's just so heartbreaking to watch a boy who doesn't understand childhood, and has only ever seen it from afar.
