#whumpprompt

New laws banning the ownership of hybrids bring government agents breaking down doors of the sales facility Whumpee is currently housed in.

Whumpee is placed in government assisted Housing For Displaced Hybrids (HFDH). Mandatory therapy. Mandatory employment training or assistance.

Whumpee just wants to go back. Misses being a prized pet. Whumpee misses not having to worry about human-made problems like taxes or bills.

Its the Olympics - in Beijing… and Yuri is freaking out. Whilst he had always been working toward this goal, that didn’t mean that he’d ever expected to get there. Otabek finds him, gasping for breath, one hand against the wall, another against his stomach, trying desperately not to vomit or worse, because he has to be on the ice in less than ten minutes and God how is he supposed to do this?

Dialogue Prompt #3

Suddenly, everything fades back to normal again as the Hero regains their own consciousness back. As soon as they could move their own body and began to breathe normally after countlessly breathing sharply and heavily for a few hours, a strong scent was clogging up their lungs making them cough.

They look around to realise there was blood everywhere and a rotten corpse laying down at the floor inches away from them. Their eyes widened as they felt their body shiver from the sight. They felt like they would vomit. They immediately turned their head away from the horrifying sight, attempting to stand up and run away to the exit from the far right but suddenly got pulled back, making them crash into the floor and hitting their jaw. They yelp in pain. Both of their ankles were chained up to a wall next to a crooked window.

what the absolute FUCK happened to them..?

They slowly sat up, kneeling to the floor. Trying to puzzle up the last thing that they could remembered before they turn into this...mess. Suddenly, the door opens, letting out a creaky sound that made the Hero clinch their teeth. They kept quiet.

Footsteps echoed throughout the room, growing closer to the Hero who was seemed to be looking down at the floor this whole time while trying to plan on how to escape. “Oh Hero! Goodness, you're awake!” They immediately snapped out of their thoughts as they slowly looked up at the voice.

It was...Villain..?

“Aww, look at you. you look so adorable on that. Say, how was your little nap?” Villain said as their figure flickers through the lights. Hero's eyes twitched in annoyance as their hands form into a fist. If they weren't to be tethered right now they would've absolutely destroyed the Villain's arse. But instead, they glare at them. Not batting a single word.

“Awh, c'mon now babe..don't get all fuzzy now~! In my defense..„ The villain points a finger to the corpse beside them. “that guy WAS trying to kill you~ I had to put an end to them~!„ Hero's teeth clinched. Kill me?! How dare they?! “END TO THEM?! THEY WERE LITERALLY AN INNOCENT CIVILIAN TRYING TO GIVE ME A GIFT! THERE WASNT ANY KNIVES OR ANY WEAPONS INVOLVED IT WAS JUST A HARMLESS EXCHANG—„ The Hero was suddenly cut off after the Villain stepped closer to them, eyes beaming through the darkness of the room. They let out a wide smirk on their face.

“Love, I get that you're mad..really i do..but..„

They traced their fingers under the Hero's chin, grabbing it roughly while forcing them to look at the Villain's merciless eyes.

“Raising your voice isn't a solution, you should've thanked me for saving you..„ The villain whispered at their ear, hand gripping on their shoulder tight.

“Thank you?! I would THANK YOU?! My standards aren't that low if you would really think I, out of everyone, would thank you for murdering innocent lives for *pRoTecTiOn*!„ The Hero yelled, attempting to squirm their way out of the chains.

“Oh Hero...„ The Villain grins while whipping out their whip quickly.

“Who’s your master?”

“My... my what?” The whumpee said inbetween breaths.

“Your master, who do you serve?”

“I... I serve my god and-” a spike of pain stopped them, a current shooting through their body from the device strapped to their arm.

The whumper flicked a switch and it stopped.

He stepped forward unsure of his surroundings. The smoke was much too thick and no matter how much he tried it just wouldn't budge. Something had to be creating the smoke, but what.

He is one of the only people who isn't affected by it on a daily basis. For most, if they get too close to the smoke their eyes water and they cough from the smoke filling their lungs. His "master" sent him into the smoke as punishment for not waking up on time.

However, there are two flaws to this punishment. 1. The young boy had woken up on time, and even though he was rather ill he still managed to complete every task as scheduled. 2. If this was his punishment he was delighted. Since he is unaffected by the smoke he disappeared and planned on never returning. Even if that meant living in the thick clouds of swirling black and grey for the rest of his life.

“Has he?” John asked. It felt like the second day he had known Sherlock and Lestrade and Mycroft had engaged him in a drugs bust. John had been incredulous that they would ever even suspect him of something like that. Now Sherlock was violent? John was always the violent one…

-

“Hello- Sherlock?”

The man in the corner of the padded room was crumpled and unshaven. His face, if it weren’t for the presence of eyes, could have been mistaken for the skull that takes residence of his mantle. The man startled and then shook his head- attempting to clear out the cobwebs, “Do I know you?”

John couldn’t speak for a moment, suddenly aware of the tightness around his neck, “Well, er- yes you do… You don’t remember me?”

Sherlock began to pick at the hem of his white pants leg as he seemed to study John. Maybe he would start pulling out his deductions- what had John eaten for breakfast? That would be reassuring… But after sixty seconds he still did not speak.

“It’s John, My name is John Watson and I am your… - best friend.”

A cross look, that was right, “I thought I didn’t have any friends?”

John felt as though he could only stare, eventually, he managed, “What did they do to you?”

Sherlock thought hard, cogs turning, “‘Made me better’ - I suppose”, he was quoting someone.

“Well there was ECT, or so I’ve been told, but I don’t really remember…. And then there are drugs involved too? But I don’t really like those tabs I don’t think. But I don’t know- I think there might have been something I liked better before- but I can’t remember.”

John chose his next words carefully, “Are you… are you happy?”.