#command ask

(yes my humour is very broken xD)

I swear this was supposed to be fluffy and short, but it got angsty and long instead. It’s so long it deserves a title AND I’m tagging people! Today Apple bakes a pie and we learn a bit more about Benji. 🍏 I’m not 100% satisfied with it but it’s still pretty good.

I should probably also note that everything I’ve mentioned so far is basically canon, besides a few minor details. Like, yeah, Jimmy’s canon, y’all.

CW: Broken whumpee, clueless whumpee, crying, food, implied captivity, neglect, pet whump, referenced past loss of consciousness, referenced past punishment, referenced past whipping, Stockholm Syndrome, unhealthy habits, yelling

Tagging: @sideblogformindtrash, @unicornscotty, @milk-carton-whump, @happy-whumper, @whumperfulart (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from this list! <3 )

Apple Pie

Apple doesn’t think your humor is broken at all, although admittedly he doesn’t get the joke. At the suggestion, he smiles. An apple pie would be a great idea to win back Master Clay’s affections, especially after yesterday!

Of course, to get his ingredients, Apple needs Master Clay to go to the store, and to get his ingredients on Master Clay’s list, he has to visit Benji. Apple hasn’t even seen them since their unconscious body was carried out of the extra bedroom last night. Still, Apple knows that for the next week, whatever Benji asks for, they’ll get. That’s how it always goes.

Tom studied the book before adding the next letter to the wall, careful to get it just right. They smiled as they sat back, their name looking perfect. A small part of them was happy to see their name, the one they loved and had given them something to hang onto. Yet, another part of them felt empty while looking at it.

"Does.... does anyone even know you're here, Tom?" They asked themselves.

"No.... no I don't think anyone does." They replied.

“Alek, what are you doing?” 

Alek freezes when he hears Lexus’ voice behind him. She’s confused, he can hear that in her voice, but he’s relieved that someone found him before anything else happened. He opens his mouth to speak as the command is given. 

Lie. 

“I... uh, I...” The words are frozen in his mouth, and his jaw suddenly feels like stone. How could he lie about this to her? He wasn’t even sure how he was going to explain the truth. His heart is pounding as Lexus came up and knelt down in front of him. 

“Alek, are you listening to me? Why do you have a blindfold on?” 

“I... am... uh, testing myself,” he stammers over his words, “I, uh, I just wanted to see how well I could get around the ship. Just wondering if I could get by on memory.” 

He can hear Lexus frowning at him. “You were testing yourself? And you’re on the floor because...?” 

“I, I tripped.” 

“And did you break your finger while you were ‘testing yourself?’“ 

“Yyyyyyes. Slammed it in a door by accident.” 

Lexus is silence for several moments. Alek knows she isn’t buying it. He’s a terrible liar and she can read him like a book. He feels her hands reach up to untie the blindfold, and squints as the lights hit his eyes. His wide blue eyes meet her light green, and she knows immediately something’s wrong. 

“Alek, please, I want you to tell me what’s happened. Whatever it is, we can take care of it.” 

Alek shakes his head and his voice goes quiet. “No... It’s... No, there’s nothing.” 

Lexus sighs with worry and slight disappointment. She takes his injured hand in hers to get a better look. “C’mon, let’s get this taken care of.” 

Tom's eyes brightened.

"You... you might be right. Um.... hmm." They said as they went to inspect the the chain.

As they followed it back to it's source they started feeling around the floor and nearby wall. They found nothing, not even a way to get the chain off. It was hopeless.

Tom took special time with this, it was important. Their visitor was someone they'd been waiting on forever and they hoped that with his return, they'd be able to get the attention they had so desperately desired.

Folding the last bit of paper until the ripped out pages became an entirely new book. They smiled excitedly, eager to give it to the visitor upon his return.

Five years passed as they sat by the door, waiting.

Holly blushes and looks down at his hands.

▶️ Apple, break something from Clay :) *because he is a dick and that's what he gets for neglecting the bebe*

Oh Tabea, I know you meant well, but oof.

No real CW. Just some crying (and I guess underlying Stockholm Syndrome)!

Apple hates this. After hours, hours of trying to fight this command, he kneels quaking by Master Clay’s nightstand, where his master keeps his most cherished items.

Apple opens the drawer with trembling hands, fighting back burning tears because he knows exactly what he’s going for. It’s hiding in a little box under Master Clay’s underwear and socks. After a little bit of sorting, Apple finds it tucked in the corner beside a big wad of cash that Master Clay must’ve replaced since Benji last stole it.

Apple’s hands are shaking far too much, but he manages to wrap them around the small box and pull it out. It fits so nicely in his hands. He wishes there was any other occasion for him to be holding it.

Apple’s vision blurs with tears as he eases the top off the box and reveals what’s inside: A watch, gold and with a blood red face and pretty deep green numbers. That first time he and Benji found it in Master Clay’s drawer, Benji said it was too ugly to sell.

Apple thought it was beautiful.

That’s why it hurts him so bad to pull it out of where it's nestled, far too gently for what he’s about to do.

Apple takes it and smashes it on the floor.

Man, what the heck happened to my short answers to command asks? XD On the bright side, I finished it! The ask explains it pretty well. Benji bites Apple. :)

CW: Biting (worrying about drawing blood, breaking skin), broken whumpee, clueless whumpee, pet whump, punishment, sadistic whumper (kinda), slapping, Stockholm Syndrome

Benji groans and pushes back their chair. A nibble wouldn’t hurt Apple, not really, although gross.

But Benji doesn’t get up just yet. They glance at Apple from where they’re sitting at the kitchen table, curled up on the floor by the sofa sleeping peacefully. Now they really don’t want to do this.

But it’s a command, and even though they’re not nearly as eager to fulfill those as Apple, they find themself obeying anyway.

Benji gets up from the table and creeps up to him, dropping down to their hands and knees when they get close so they don’t wake him.

Apple’s lying in the fetal position, legs tucked against his chest and with his arms extended in front of him. As gently as they can, Benji eases his left one from by his head and brings it to their mouth.

Nice and easy, they tell themself, because if they’re gentle enough, Apple won’t realize a thing.

Except they overestimate just how hard they have to bite. It’s not enough to break skin, sure, but Apple jolts awake with a shriek and they can see the bite mark indented on the skin of his forearm.

Apple looks at his arm and then up at Benji with wide, incredulous eyes. “You—You bit me!”

“Uh… yeah.” What are they supposed to do, lie? The evidence is staring them in the face anyway.

That doesn’t stop Benji from jumping when Apple cries, “Master Clay!”

The look Benji shoots him is equal parts horror, anger, and pity—horror because yeah, they definitely bit Apple and the evidence is on his arm, anger because they wouldn’t have pegged Apple as a snitch but they should’ve because here they are, and pity, because even after everything Clay’s done to him, far worse than any bite, he’s still calling to him like he cares.

“Master Clay!” Apple shouts again.

Finally, Clay walks into the room, looking more pissed than anything. “What do you want, Apple?”

Apple beams like he does any time he’s acknowledged, then holds his arm out for Clay to see. “Benji bit me!”

For Benji, horror starts to win out. They don’t think Clay will hurt them, not over something like this, and still their heart beats a bit faster and their palms grow sweaty with nerves.

And then Clay looks at them. Benji wishes they could disappear when the two of them make eye contact. Only Clay doesn’t look mad at all.

Annoyed but amused nonetheless, Clay says, “You bit him, Benji? I wish you’d waited for me to show up...”

The way he’s talking, Benji knows he’s not done yet. Apple seems equally confused. Benji isn’t sure what he wanted out of this exchange, but it surely wasn’t this.

“I’ve got it,” Clay says after a moment. He’s wearing a big smile. “Bite him again, Benji.”

Benji can’t help but stare at Clay. Is… is he serious? But yeah, he’s got that look on his face that says there’s no use trying to argue, and his smile says it’d be better not to test him.

So Benji reluctantly turns to Apple and takes his arm in their hand again, flashing Apple a look they hope says I’m sorry clearly enough. And then they bite him, hard enough that Clay won’t complain or make them do it again. Almost hard enough to draw blood. Thank goodness it’s only almost.

Apple stays silent, just like he always does. But he’s grinning, too. Benji notices it when they finally work up the nerve to look at Apple again.

Quiet, barely distinguishable from a breath, they ask, “Apple...?”

Apple ignores them, instead taking a hold of Benji’s hand and shouting, “My turn!”

His turn? Benji frantically shakes their head. “Wait, wait, wait—!” Apple doesn’t listen. He bites Benji, hard enough to hurt, deep enough to burn.

Benji barely manages to stay quiet, but they do—for Apple’s sake. Not that it does much good.

Clay slaps Apple across the face before he’s even had a chance to pull off them. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!”

Apple stares wide-eyed up at Clay, touching a surprised hand to his reddened cheek. “You told Benji to bite me again. I thought… thought we were playing...”

Playing. Despite the throbbing in their hand, Benji lets out an exasperated huff. Of course Apple’s being punished for something he didn’t even know was wrong, even though he should’ve. He should’ve known.

Now, Benji just stares hard at the ground. There’s nothing they can do about what’s happening anyway.

Clay growls out a barely restrained, “Get out of here, Apple.” From the corner of their eye, Benji watches Clay crouch down next to them and gesture for them to give him their hand.

Benji feels the confused look Apple shoots them when they do, those eyes desperate for answers. Benji doesn’t look up. Really, Apple should be focused on the relief. This could’ve gone so much worse for him.

At Benji’s silence, Apple nods to himself. “Thank you, Master.” Then he crawls away, off to some corner, most likely to convince himself that what Clay did just now came from a place of love.