#whump origin

Whumpee yelped in pain as she sprawled on the floor, the canvas sack torn away from her head. She scrambled across the floor, gagged and bound, eyes wide and darting around for any escape. She tried to scream, or beg to be let go, but her words only came out in a muffled sob.

She flopped across the stone floor, trying her hardest to distance herself from the three boys standing near the fireplace.

"Oh come on, Aeva." The tallest boy with frowzy fox bronze hair crossed his arms. "She's harmless."

"Harmless?" The one in the middle, with a golden cuff around his neck scoffed, taking the ornamental sword from the mantle of the fireplace and slicing Whumpee's bonds, allowing her a terrified shriek as she fumbled and scrambled to run from him.

"AEVA!"

"Look at those teeth. She's a Destroyer, Mal."

The Red-haired boy scowled, visibly upset as Whumpee raked her claws against the wallpaper, trying to dig through it in a desperate attempt to escape. "Aeva. Put the sword down, and call the guards! She could break something!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you said she was harmless." Aeva smirked smugly, aiming the sword toward Whumpee's neck.

"I... Stop it. This is just cruel."

"Oh, stop being such a buzzkill!" The Third boy grinned sadistically, lunging at Whumpee and causing her to fall back and land hard on the carpet. shrieking and screeching in fear, unable to understand their language.

Both Aeva and the other laughed, the last huffing in annoyance. "I'm calling the guards."

But as Mal started for the door, Aeva grabbed his arm, pulling him uncomfortably close, hot breath a warning on Mal's cheek. "No, you're not. You're in my house, and you do as I say."

Mal wrenched his hand out of Aeva's grip. "Fine."

"You know what? Kaz, I don't think Mal really understands what following orders is, do you? Mal, why don't you go... retrieve her for me?" He motioned the sword toward Whumpee, who made a break for it, attempting to scramble her way beneath the couch. "Or I'll tell your mother you were the one who set her free."

Mal turned to look at her, eyes wide and afraid. If his mother found out about this, she'd die, and he'd be locked in the cell again. But he'd heard the stories of what even the weakest of Destroyers had done to armies. He took a breath, stalking over to the couch, and pulling a scarf from the back of it. Probably one of Aeva's Mother's. How bad could she be? She's only a child.

He backed up quickly to avoid being attacked, and began circling the couch, Kaz and Aeva having moved to a safe distance, snickering between the two of them. Mal took a shaky breath and charged the couch, shoving it just enough to startle Whumpee. But as his knee connected with the arm, her head darted out from beneath it, teeth sinking into his calf.

Mal screamed, attempting to dislodge her and failing. But through the pain, a moment of clarity overtook him, and he froze, slowly lowering himself to one knee, shaky breaths coming through gritted teeth. Whumpee sunk her teeth deeper into his flesh at his movement, eyes wide with terror, but hesitated as he stopped moving.

Very slowly and cautiously, silently cursing through the pain, he offered her the scarf. She sniffed it cautiously, before releasing his leg and snatching it from his hand, darting back toward the couch.

But as she went, he tackled her to the ground, pinning her hands behind her back, gasping. "There... Tie her up, and... don't tell my mother."

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It's Not too hard to guess, but Caretaker and Whumper are in this backstory