#failed escape

For the first time in a long time, they're full of hope. Then Whumper comes up to them one day, all nonchalant, and says,

"It's not going to work, you know."

Whumpee freezes. They try to play it cool. "What are you talking about?"

"Your escape plan," Whumper says, as casually as if they were talking about the weather. "Slipping out like that just isn't going to work, I'm afraid."

Whumpee raises their brows in horror as Whumper starts listing all the detailed reasons why their plan is sure to fail. But how could Whumper know about Whumpee's plan? Whumpee never even said it aloud.

"We never actually set the punishment for running away, now did we?" Whumper said, more to himself than to his captive audience as he paced about, circling the two tied up figures. "Disobedience, yes, talking back, sure, lying... obviously. But escaping..."

Whumpee and Caretaker glanced at each other in the dreadful silence that followed. Whumpee didn't dare break it; Caretaker couldn't, being both bound and gagged.

Then Whumper exhaled. "Well, that's on me, to be fair. I didn't think we'd need it. And yet..." he trailed off. He spread his arms wide, looked the kneeling Whumpee dead in the eyes, and his voice dipped to a growl that finally showed his displeasure over his casualness: "Here we are."

They never stop whumpee. They always let them do whatever they've concocted up in their silly little head, and escape, either to catch them right at the exit with pitying eyes or recapture them from wherever they thought they were finally safe so easily that it chills whumpee to the bone.

The worst part for whumpee really is that they only find out after so many tries how whumper not only doesn't mind, but nearly encourages them to keep looking for ways out — more ways to get punished. They look forward to catching them over and over again. The last time they had dragged whumpee back to their cell they wore a big smile, and were giddy as they tied them down, singing, — "I can't wait to see what you come up with next."

Yandere Gaang x GN! Reader.

(unless ive messed up somwhere T_T)

WARNINGS: Obsessive characters, threatening, slight physical abuse/assault, Yandere characters, slightly dark themes

Summary: Reader tries escaping from the gang but Toph catches them (This is an event that happens in my other gaang x reader story)

BTW, if i make any drabbles of the gaang x reader story should i add in the tag list for that main story in the drabbles?

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WESTERN AIR TEMPLE

You kept tossing and turning, feeling restless while sleeping on the ground surrounded by them. On one side Katara on the other Sokka, You had to keep shoving Sokka’s flimsy arm off of you whenever he started hugging you in his sleepy daze. You had to squirm a bit before wriggling yourself out of the sleeping bag.

You gently inched away from the camp site, tiptoeing  towards a fountain- careful not to make sound that would wake the group. You placed your hands on rim of the fountain, leaning forward, feeling the roughness of the once pristine quartz rub against the softness of your palm. A deep sigh escaped your lips, your eyes meeting your counterfeit’s gaze staring back at you from the within the water. It had been along while of your travelling with the group, you had almost grown accustomed to their possessive and obsessive nature.

Except now you were becoming sick of it, sick of the eyes that burned holes through you, even in sleep, sick of the hands that lingered too long on your skin, sick of the bodies pushing more and more into your personal space. The suffocation of their actions wrapped around your neck like a noose tugging you back to them.

You pushed yourself off the fountain, breaking out of the trance your reflection held you in. Tonight you were going to be cured from the clingy shadows plaguing you. The silver chariot in the night sky casted a soft blue glow across you figure as it creeped towards Appa. Your hand cautiously reached towards the pile of luggage, wrapping around a worn out bag. You hoist it over your shoulder like a burglar and walked towards the edge of the temple you currently stood on, before you could move a single limb the ground beneath your feet tightly wrapped around your ankles.

Your breathing stilled, you chest frozen in place, limbs turning cold. You thought you had been careful enough, you hadn’t made any noise, you had only stepped meters away from the campsite yet still the earth grounding you had turned traitorous. It had surrendered you to the blind bandit.

“You going for a midnight stroll without me? Im heartbroken”, a slightly high-pitched voice cheerfully mocked. A shaky breath escaped your mouth even as you tried to seal it shut. Heavy steps cut through your silence as the tiny figure approached your motionless body.

She placed a heavy hand your shoulder, leaning her body closer to yours, “Trying to escape when I’m here? Dumb choice”. Her grip tightened on your shoulder along with the earth that further crushed your ankles. You let out a whine of pain. “I may be blind, but I am not weak. I can track your every move so the next time you even think of doing something so stupid think again”, she hissed, her face inches away from yours yet the weight of her presence seemed to consume your very being.

The ground beneath your feet gave out. Literally. Toph release the ground holding you captive causing you to tumble  to the ground under her glare.

“Go to bed and stay there”, Toph barked, turning her back to  you as she headed towards camp in a pace slow enough to urge you to follow behind her. Your body shivered not only from the cold breeze diving past you but also from the uneasiness circulating through your blood.

As the celestial orb shot silver rays on you trailing behind Toph it’s light also blanketed a scared face.  He was leaned against a large pillar, eavesdropping on the entire escape plot. His hand clenched the sword on his side as his ember eyes bored into the ground yet his mind seemed to fixate on something else entirely.

He’d have to start taking more drastic measures if you pull more stunts like this.

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WRITER'S NOTE:

After months of torture, whumpee is severely weakened, but finally gets a chance of escape.

They weakly drag themselves toward the exit but collapse right before it. They are simply too weak, too malnourished, and injured. Their hand trembled with the effort and they push their body up, reach for the door, and–

“Almost made it,” a voice says quietly. “Hope it was worth it.”

A hand wraps around whumpee’s ankle and begins dragging them back. Whumpee weakly kicks out but hits nothing. They claw at the ground, their fingers nails bend and rip, but it does nothing. They are dragged down to the stairwell, back to the basement.

"No." Whumper said it simply, the word ringing with finality, like something he'd already made up his mind on. He'd thought it through, that part was clear. If he wanted Whumpee dead, they would've been.

Whumpee's terror only grew. They stifled any facial response, a widening of the eyes or a tremor to their hands, yet that all became pointless the very moment Whumper stepped forward. The hurricane of thoughts swirling around in their mind clouded their vision, pushing and prodding around their brain, forcefully taking the reins. They flinched.

Whumper caught it. A flicker of a amusement flashed across their face, alongside their overwhelming sense of pride. In that moment, where wary eyes met predatory ones, they both knew one thing for certain. With Whumper, death became the better alternative.

Whumper's hand made its way onto Whumpee's shoulder, and the latter didn't dare make a move. Any escape plan seemed a liability with this proximity, and Whumper's fingers digging in did not help turn that thought down. Rationale faded and fear took its place. "Did you truly think I was going to let you off so easily?”

"..No." Of course not. They'd hoped for it, though. Stupid.

He knew they did. He could see the way the hope still lingered in their expression despite their answer, the spark they'd tried to convince themself no longer existed. He leaned closer, head tilted to the side. "Good. I don't give mercy.”

"I know.”

He watched them for a moment. Watched their expression, the obvious hint of defeat. Still, defeat did not overpower the little bit of fight that defined their core.

No matter. It was his job to put that fire out, and he did not lack the means to do so.