#tw escape

Warnings: referenced torture, restraints, escape, dislocation, field medicine, unconsciousness

"Whumpee, Whumpee," Caretaker huffed as they reached the torture chamber. They had been running as fast as they could to get to Whumpee while everyone else distracted Whumper.

"'m here," Whumpee called back weakly.

Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief. They opened the door and gasped. Whumpee had clearly been tortured, but they were alive. And not bleeding. Whumper had them in standing cuffs, though Whumpee's right shoulder was pulled at an odd angle. "How bad is it? Can you walk?"

Whumpee nodded. "I can. I...I just need you to pop my shoulder back in. I slipped when Whumper....when they....well that doesn't matter. I slipped and it popped out."

Caretaker nodded grimly. "Are you sure? It's going to hurt?" They quickly uncuffed Whumpee.

Whumpee cried out as their right arm fell. "Yeah," they hissed, "I won't be able to run out of here if we don't. Just maneuver it fast, Caretaker. Please."

Caretaker grasped Whumpee's wrist tenderly. "Big breath, Whumpee," and before Whumpee had finished opening their mouth, Caretaker popped their should back into the socket.

Whumpee screamed loudly before their knees buckled. Caretaker caught Whumpee before they could hit the floor. "Whumpee! Say something!"

Whumpee was completely limp in Caretaker's arms. No matter how much Caretaker tried to rouse Whumpee, they remained unconscious, finally succumbing to all the pain they had endured. "Hold on, Whumpee, I'll get you out of here. Just hold on. You're safe. You're safe. I've got you."

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Part 1, Part 2

Tw: Escape, bruises, passing out, unconsciousness, dehydration, unclear character status

It was very easy to escape from Whumper, especially since they hadn’t bothered to chain them to anything. Whumper had assumed that Whumpee would cry and cry, make themselves too weak to stand up. I mean, they hadn’t moved since Whumper took them about a week ago. Why bother tying something down that wasn’t going to move anyways?

But after a few days the realization hit Whumpee that Whumper was right; Caretaker wasn’t coming for them.

And so Whumpee regained their strength and fled Whumper’s home. Which to their surprise, was in the middle of nowhere.

Whumpee was sore and exhausted, trudging through the night with bruises all over their body. They even thought that their wrist was broken.

Maybe me and Caretaker will match… Whumpee thought painfully.

The night was hot and humid, giving them heat flashes and making them sweat a lot. Their mouth was dry and they were oh-so-thirsty. If Whumper didn’t try to kill them, dehydration surely would. When was the last time they drank water…? It’s been a bit since they’ve been with Whumper…

The highway they were walking on seemed like it would go on for miles.

Whumpee was shaking with every step, expecting their knees to give out and crumble each time they moved. They wanted to lay on the floor and sleep forever, but they knew that no one would come for them if they did.

“W-We’ve just gotta… get to safety…” they huffed with each step.

A little pebble on the sidewalk of the highway threw Whumpee off their balance, having them land sideways on the ground. Their cheek scraped the road and it began to bleed. Whumpee started to cry. Cry because they were tired and hurt. Cry because they were sweating and thirsty and on the verge of passing out. Cry because they knew nobody was coming for them.

If nobody’s here to help, why am I trying? They thought to themselves. Whumpee just laid on the side of the road, too weak and too much in pain to push themselves up.

Whumpee started to have muscle spasms in their legs from dehydration. Their throat was dry and their body was begging for a drink of water. There was nothing in sight, and Whumpee’s vision began to grow dark.

I’m sorry… Whumpee thought, though they weren’t sure who they were apologizing to. Caretaker probably wouldn’t give a shit if Whumpee was able to apologize to their face. So they were apologizing to themself, for being too weak to get to safety, for always being such a nuisance to other people, for putting themselves in this situation, and for giving up and letting them die in the humidity of the night.

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, wounds, electrocution, escape, unclear character status, unconsciousness

"Whumpee, you have to promise me you'll stay awake," Caretaker said as they slung Whumpee's arm over their shoulder and began to live.

"T-T-T-ryingggggg," Whumpee mumbled. Their head hung low and they were barely hanging on. Blood dripped from the cuts on their body, some deeper than others.

"Remember, you promised before, death will do us part, Whumpee. You have to stay with me." Caretaker didn't want to think what would happen if they didn't get Whumpee out now.

Whumper had captured the two of them days ago and had been enjoying torturing the two of them. Whumpee was in far worse shape because it seemed Whumper enjoyed Whumpee's screams and Caretaker's anger far more than the other way round. Whumper had shocked Caretaker a few times before returning to cutting Whumpee's skin.

Whumpee had been bleeding for hours. Had been getting weaker and weaker. And now they were barely conscious and this was their chance to escape. Caretaker had to get Whumpee out of there.

"Mmmmm," Whumpee hummed.

They were so close to freedom. Caretaker could see outside. Could see freedom. Just a bit longer. Caretaker opened their mouth to try and urge Whumpee on, but nearly fell as Whumpee's knees buckled. "Don't break down on me yet, Whumpee. We're almost there!"

Whumpee didn't reply, becoming more of a dead weight pulling Caretaker down. "Come on, Whumpee. Come on," Caretaker said as they scooped Whumpee into their arms.

Whumpee's eyes were closed, their jaw slack. Their head lolled on their neck as Caretaker lifted them up. Their limbs flopped as Caretaker ran. But they didn't wake. "Stay with me, Whumpee. You promised. You promised."

Whumpee didn't wake as Caretaker shook them. Didn't wake as Caretaker talked to them. Didn't wake as Caretaker emerged outside with a cry of delight. And they didn't wake as Caretaker begged them to open their eyes and look around to see they were free.

"Please, Whumpee! Stay with me now! PLEASE!"

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Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to listen, dislocation, escape, cruel whumper

Caretaker tried to tune out the screaming as they stared at the cuff. Tried to ignore the sinking feeling in their chest as the other person continued to scream. They didn't beg. They just screamed lungful after lungful of air. They definitely weren't Whumpee.

Whumpee was ok. Whumpe had to be ok. Whumpee was just unconscious.

Caretaker repeated their mantra as they made their decision. There was only one way they were going to be able to slip the cuff off their right wrist. Only one way they were going to be able to escape.

Caretaker stuffed a wad of their shirt in their mouth and took a deep breath as they grasped their thumb. With a muffled sob, they dislocated their thumb and slipped the cuff. Caretaker's eyes watered as they stared down at their hand. They had done it. They were free.

"Hold on, Whumpee," Caretaker said as they stood up. They wrapped their hand with a torn piece of cloth from their shirt. "I'm coming. I'm coming, just hold on."

Caretaker threw open the door and ran toward the sound of the screaming. They would take care of Whumper first and free whoever else Whumper had at their mercy. And then, they would find Whumpee.

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Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, experimentation, escape, revenge, destruction, fade to black, death

It took Villain several hours to wrap their head around what was left of their powers and how they could use it. It took them several more hours of trying to heat their skin enough to melt one of the cuffs. That's all they needed was one cuff off, then they could free themself of the other cuff.

But the pain the Scientist inflicted had been a lot. Their body hurt and their mind was cloudy with pain. But they couldn't stop. They had to focus, had to gather their power. They had to. Not just for themself, but for the countless others that Organization hunted.

Villain sighed with relief as they felt the cuff silently bend around their skin. Their left hand was free. They had done it. They could do this.

Despite their pain, despite all of their suffering, Villain moved quickly. Moved so quickly that the Scientist never had a chance. Villain was up and off the table before their body even hit the ground. Villain didn't care, there was no way the Scientist would pursue them. Or anyone again.

***

The wail of the alarms startled Hero. They had been basking in their glory of catching Villain, one of the most powerful individuals of their kind. They were sure to be promoted up the ranks very quickly for this. They were absolutely certain.

But as the sounds of fighting and explosions filled Base, Hero realized that they had messed up.

Villain was powerful. Villain was so powerful the cuffs weren't going to be enough. They had made a terrible mistake.

Instead of running towards the fray, running towards the danger to help their comrades, Hero turned to flee. There was no saving the others. But they could get out and start fresh.

The darkness that filled the hall as the electricity was cut was so dark, Hero couldn't see through it. But they could hear the screams in the distance. Smell the smoke of the fires raging through out Base. This was their chance. This was Organization's only chance. They could escape. They could do this.

A figure stepped out of the darkness, their eyes glowing. "Don't run," Villain said with a dark smile. "I would hate to miss and kill you right away."

And before Hero could respond, their entire world was engulfed in Villain's dark power.

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Warnings: captivity, torture, escape, hidden injury, infection, blood, wound, unconsciousness

"If you can't run you walk. If you can't walk you crawl. And if you can't crawl, I'll carry you."

Those were the words Team Leader always preached to their team. Team Leader would never let their team give up. Would never let a member fall behind. And they would never leave a teammate behind.

Team Leader trailed behind Teammate One. They felt like they had been walking for hours, but knew it had likely on been half an hour since they escaped Whumper's compound by the skin of their teeth. Teammate One had really stood up and taken charge the moment it became clear it was their time to run.

Team Leader was glad for that. They didn't think they were up for much of anything they were so weak. It wasn't the days of torture that had them so weak. Nor was it the minimal food and water that had them so weak. It was the deeply infected wound on the small of their back that had them so weak.

But they had to keep going. They had to get out of there. And Teammate One wasn't likely to leave them behind if Team Leader said they would wait here for rescue while Teammate One ran for help. Teammate One would never leave anyone behind.

"You ok, Team Leader? I can slow down if you like." Teammate One peered over their shoulder.

Team Leader shook their head. They could feel the blood dripping down their back as the wound reopened for the umpteenth time in the last hour. "I'm right behind you."

"You always said to us 'when you can't run you walk,' so let's just walk together." Teammate One slowed down until their strides matched Team Leader's clumsy ones. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Just a little under the weather. Days of torture, you know," Team Leader joked, though they couldn't quite muster the energy to smile.

"Yeah, it was pretty shitty, wasn't it?" Teammate One said as they faced forward, though they kept one eye on Team Leader.

Team Leader nodded weakly as they stumbled. Teammate One grabbed their shoulder and was the only reason they didn't face plant on the dirt in front of them. "I.....I....I thinkkkkkk I......I.....I nnnneeeedddd y-y-you tttttto d-d-d-d-oooo th-th-the rest....st...st," Team Leader mumbled, unable to bring themself to say the rest of the words they always told their team.

"Team Leader?" Teammate One shouted as Team Leader's knees gave out and they collapsed. "Team Leader!"

Team Leader fainted dead away in Teammate One's grasp. They didn't hear Teammate One's frantic shouts. Didn't hear Teammate One's gasp as Teammate One finally found the wound on their back. And they didn't hear Teammate One curse as Teammate One lifted them.

Warnings: fire, escape, threat of danger, smoke inhalation, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

"Jump, Whumpee! It's the only way!" Caretaker called up to Whumpee.

Whumpee stood on the window ledge one story above Caretaker. Whumper had set the building on fire in their attempts to trap Whumpee and Caretaker while they escaped. It had worked for the most part. But Caretaker had still managed to get out of the burning building.

But Whumpee hadn't.

"I'll catch you, I promise!" Caretaker called up.

"Are you sure?" Whumpee sputtered. Soot coated the left side of their face and their eyes were watery. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Trust me! Just jump. Now!" Caretaker could hear the groaning of the beams of the building as the fire raged within.

With a nod, Whumpee leapt into the air. They sailed gracefully towards Caretaker. And Caretaker caught them. "I've got you," Caretaker said as they wrapped Whumpee tightly in their arms.

"Thank," cough, "you," Whumpee said as they dissolved into a coughing fit.

"Let's get you to help. You've inhaled too much smoke." Caretaker gripped Whumpee tightly as they ran towards their car.

Warnings: captivity, torture, blood, wounds, escape

"I just want you to know how thoroughly and completely you are mine," Whumper had said as they watched the blood drip from the wound on Whumpee's shoulder. "That you are mine to hurt until I grow tired of you. Then you're mine to dispose of. Where no one will find you."

Whumpee had fought against giving into Whumper's torture for what felt like days. Their body was exhausted and in pain. Blood dripped down their cheek, their arms, and from a wound on the right side of their chest. They had to find a way out of there before Whumper killed them.

"But I require rest before we continue," Whumper said as they put down the knife on the table they had been pulling various implements of torture from. "Consider this a reprieve for you for now."

Once Whumpee was alone, they slowly, painfully slowly slipped from the restraints keeping them in the chair. Their wrists were so slicked with blood that it was easy to slip free. And then they were running.

Whumpee didn't look back as they fled from Whumper's compound. Didn't look back as they ran and ran though their body screamed with protest. They had to get away. Had to get to safety.

A familiar porch was suddenly in front of them. Whumpee wasn't even sure how they had gotten there. But as they dragged their exhausted body up the steps to Caretaker's front door, Whumpee began to cry. They were safe. Caretaker was right there. They had gotten free from Whumpee.