#scribbled down dialogue

Caretaker; nope, your ass is going to therapy. consider this an intervention.

Neito; so what was this one about?

Hitoshi; that’s the thing. I don’t know, only synopsis my brain gives me is someone’s half assed letterbox review.

Neito; couldn’t you just mindjack yourself to remember it?

Hitoshi; no, tried mindjack on myself before. doesn’t work. back when, all that training with Aizawa at U.A. just to see if I could.

Neito; ...am I ever in these dreams of your's?

Only to lose it when whumper yanks them by their hair, placing a knife against their throat.

Whumper, holding Whumpee in a chokehold; shhh, shhh, it's okay. just go to sleep. take a little nap.

Whumper; I know I said on our facetime calls that I was taking you out for a date to celebrate that big promotion you'd gotten at work. The one you had worked your ass off for, the one that you'd been passed over on time and time again....blah, blah, blah. [Whumpee slowly lowers whumpee to the ground, leaning them onto their chest]

Whumper; --oh, you're asleep. Thought it would take longer. Probably not wise to admit this but I am a virgin when it comes to this. I know, not something you want to hear your dear lover turned kidnapper to say aloud. You just looked so--lovely.

Whumper; anyways, where was I? Shall I continue my monologue? Where was I? That's right, unfortunately, you, my snookums put in your phone's passcode while doing your makeup. Wasn't that hard to remember, I mean you were naive enough to put it as 123456. One smart thing you did was telling your "bestie" the location of the restaurant. [Whumper boops their nose after they finished dragging them into their van]

[the sound of a car's sliding door slams shut, driving to a warehouse location. duct tape ripped as to restrain their wrists against a chair]

Whumper; wakey wakey, eggs and bakey [they lightly slap whumpee's cheek. It takes a few seconds before whumpees remembers what happened, quickly thrashing in their bonds] Why am I doing this? You remember when I told you about how my parents were pressuring me into joining the family business? [Whumper claps their hand together] Welp, welcome to the family business. Yea.

[Whumper proceeds to roll out a cart holding various tools]

Reader; did you not go to bed?

Charlie; no, I was hoping to sleep with you

Reader (stuttered); in, uh, in what context?

Charlie; whichever one you want

Reader (breaking character); whoever the fuck is the equivalent of ‘oh, lawd jesus, mary, & joseph’ in this world! you can’t just say shit like that!

Y/n; i like their cups

Ted; oh you like their cups?

Y/n; yea…should I steal it?

Ted; no

whumpee; --no. you've done nothing wrong.

caretaker; then what is it?

[there's an unspoken plea, all she wants is to help whumpee]

whumpee; because i'm as loyal as a dog to the point it's my hubris. doesn't matter how much you degrade me, punch me, hurt me. i'll still come back to you, groveling at your feet for a whisper of warmth.

[she waits with bated breath. not knowing how to respond]

whumpee; you asked me why i'm so guarded. that's why. it's easier to just act as if i don't want anything to do with people. less disappointment that way...safer

caretaker; it's just a mask?

whumpee; yup, just a mask