Since everyone is so excited for fall, here’s some fall-based Whumpee things!
Whumpee crouching down behind a tree, hugging their knees to themselves with their hand pressed over their mouth to quiet their erratic breathing. Hearing Whumper’s crunch through the leaves as they slowly draw closer. Their legs burning, but not daring to rustle the leaves themselves and give away their location.
A freezing whumpee clutching tight to a scalding cup of cider or hot chocolate. It burns the flesh of their hands, but warms them enough that they don't care about the pain. Let's just hope their hands aren't shaking so much that it splashes out.
Whumpee wearing chunky sweaters and turtlenecks that cover all their bruises nicely.
“I like this pumpkin carving a lot. Really some of my best work. It’s too bad they rot out…say, what if I carved the design into you instead? No no, don’t move. Stay very still. Yes, I’m serious. This way you’ll always have something to remember this day. You’ll see it and think of me. Isn’t that nice?”
Soups! (Some of these are recycled, but apparently I love soup whump?)
…Soup burning down Whumpee’s throat when they are forced to eat too fast.
…Caretaker gently feeling a trembling Whumpee spoonful after spoonful. Coaxing them to try to eat just a little more before they sleep.
…Whumper gripping Whumpee’s hair and forcing their face down into a bowl of soup when they’ve been refusing to eat. Their options are drink or drown.
…That moment of pure peace, warmth, and tenderness when Whumpee is given their favorite comfort soup. Then, the cold reality of their situation twisting back through their blood. The soup goes sour in their mouth, but they swallow anyway.
A Whumper stalking a frantic Whumpee through a corn maze. Cold air rips down their raw throat as they run into dead end after dead end, hearing Whumper’s voice teasing and taunting them as it grows closer and closer. Whumpee can tell that they’re close, but can’t see them through the corn.
"I don't like it when you wear things like that. I can't see an inch of skin. Take it off." "But it's freez-" "Take it off."
Whumpee tied up by a campfire, begging Whumper to turn them or let them move as one side burns and the other turns to ice.
A Whumper who volunteers at the local haunted house choosing their next Whumpee by the screams they like best. It's a terribly efficient interview process, they don't know why more people don't do it.
"Could...could I have another blanket? Please, it's gotten so cold." "That depends. What are you going to do to earn it?"
A captive Whumpee forced to watch horror movies. They've always been terrified of scary movies, but it's somehow infinitely worse with Whumper's arms snuggled around them.
Whumper musing to themselves throughout the movie, "Ooh, that's interesting," or "I'm going to have to try that," making Whumpee squirm.
Captive Whumpee looking out the window for the first time in a long time and seeing red, orange, and yellow leaves littering the ground. Maybe even some bright snow. Slowly realizing just how long they've been there.
"I love fall. I can decorate that lovely neck of yours with purple and blue and no one will notice. Oh, don't give me that. You know it looks pretty."
Whumpee sprinting through morning fog, barely able to see around the grey lingering in the air. Their frantic breaths letting out puffs of vapor as they spin in circles, hopelessly lost.
