#shushhannah

Hey!! Thank you for the ask, it was really fun :>

Also, ask to tag maybe? I'm pretty new at this.

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Whumper had an agenda, they couldn't be bothered to adjust their plans just to make things more convenient for Whumpee. Blood work needed to taken as well as a general health check and their constant thrashing was making their head pound. Whumper tried to be accommodating, or at least understanding, but eventually it just became too much for them. It wasn't Whumper's fault Whumpee was here after all, they were simply following the orders of their higher ups. The higher ups of course requesting they get a full health check before they could run them through processing for their big important project. Whumper snorted, they were supposed to have a more important role in this project and now they weren't even included in the board discussions. Maybe they'd be more patient with Whumpee if they didn't feel like their work meant so little.

Whumper finally yelled out, having reached their limit, "That's it," They half growled, their jaw clenched and their teeth gritted, "You're going under, I can't take it anymore, you're like a squealing pig. You're not going home, you're not seeing your family again, banging your head against the table isn't going to help anyone!" They couldn't help but raise their voice and immediately grab for their syringe they'd already prepped just in case. Their long nails pressed into Whumpee's arm as they inserted the needle, nearly missing the vein but not quite. Immediately it was like Whumper could finally exhale, the relief washed over them as Whumpee finally calmed themself down, tears cascading down their cheeks. Being awake meant they had some sort of control, and now their control; as well as their consciousness, was slowly slipping away.