#timer

Terrible it would be if there was a mysterious timer for 24 hours that they could watch the seconds tick by torturously.

If Whumper informed them that they must figure out why they were captured in the first place in order to save themselves from whatever fate was to be bestowed upon on them once the timer was done.

Naturally it must’ve been death. Right? Whumpee was sure it was. It made them terrified naturally. Every hour that passed by. Every time they tried to come up with a reason that seemed plausible. It was never the right one.

There might’ve been a truth they were keeping to themselves even with the threat of death lingering over them. Or maybe they too had forgotten any atrocities they might’ve committed or participated in. One Whumper obviously knew about.

Whumper was patient. Composed. Even occasionally teasing. They’d drop hints every hour toward what confession they wanted. Even reminding how much time was left despite the clock being visible. It only added to the suspense.

Whether Whumpee eventually gives in and sputters out the information with a bundle of tears from anxiety and fear, or they remain defiant and stoic, never revealing what they know would be the answer. It doesn’t matter in the end. Whumper lets the timer run out anyway. And what happens to Whumpee? Well…