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whumpee who scratches, bites, growls at anyone who attempts to get close. any offerings of comfort are perceived as threats simply because they've never had those before. it is different. they're used to cruelty, not blankets and good food and touch that doesn't hurt.
when alone, they find themself crying— for no reason, apparently, because isn't this place far better than the one they've come from? nothing hurts, and despite the debilitating confusion, these people haven't tried anything. it'll take a long time for them to realise that it is because despite their best efforts, they've come to think of this room as a safe place— and the lack of violence is abrupt and unexpected and distressing.
and one day, whumpee goes too far and actually injures caretaker— suddenly regret crashes through the fear, which in turn is poisoned with more fear, and now they're sobbing out apologies, begging caretaker to not throw them out, to not send them back, and please, I'll be good, I'll stay still, you can beat me, please don't let me go.
character b is laid on the gurney, shaking uncontrollably. “Hey- hey, kid, it’s okay,” a medic says gently, trying to hold them down. “No- NO!” They cry, trying desperately to get to- something-
Character a, just a few yards away, runs to them, and despite everything, character b pushes themselves up and grabs on to character a like their life depends on it. Character a holds them tightly.
The medics exchange looks- they should definitely separate them. But for the moment, the world goes still.
Hiiiiii I’m new here and already in love with your stuff. This one may be too specific but I love it: whumpee trying to stand up to whumper to defend caretaker but just collapsing.
Whumpee collapsing while protecting Caretaker from Whumper
WHUMPEE
“Ngh— No! Don’t… Don’t touch them!”
stumbling, barely able to stand, but eyes full of determination and hate
“No, take… take me.”
begging caretaker to run and leave them behind before passing out
“Back the fuck off. You don’t… You don’t get them too!”
resisting with pure adrenaline fueled rage and collapsing in the middle of a sentence
WHUMPER
“Are you sure you want to do this, Whumpee? Couldn’t even defend yourself against me, and… Ah, there you go. Weak, as always.”
eyes lighting up with delight when whumpee resists… and even more so when they collapse
“Aw, poor thing. Brave and pathetic as expected.”
cirling the two of them slowly, while caretaker moves with them to stay in between whumper and whumpee
“This is your big saviour, Caretaker? Bit embarrassing, isn’t it?”
watching caretaker try to frantically wake whumpee in amusement
“You have a choice here, Caretaker. You can either suffer the same fate as Whumpee, or just hand them over.”
crouching beside them and reaching out to caress whumpee’s face, until caretaker yanks their body away
CARETAKER
“No, stay down— Whumpee!”
pressing lips to whumpee’s head and whispering “You’re such an idiot” in a fondly worried tone
“Stay back! Don’t touch them!”
catching whumpee’s limp body and cradeling them while glaring at whumper
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Whumpees with venom. Whumpee who has their venom forcefully extracted in the same way venomous snakes are milked. Whumpee who has to wear a muzzle even when rescued to prevent a bite. Whumpee who has their venom glands removed. Caretaker having to be extra cautious around them, moving slow to not scare them— for any sudden moves could send them right to the ER.
This is one is pretty short, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!
Just a little farther. Hero could practically feel the sunlight outside. Put one foot in front of the other and-
They bumped into a broad chest covered by folded arms.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Villain quirked a brow.
Hero gave them a pitiful look, then went to move past them. They had their hand on the doorknob. They had just opened the door when Villain’s hand pushed it shut once more.
“What part of, ‘you’re dangerously ill’ did you not understand?”
Hero blinked up at them. Villain looked upset about something, but the truth was, Hero could barely register anything they were saying. They could hear them, but they couldn’t remember what the words meant.
“Outside,” Hero mumbled, going for the doorknob again, “crime.”
Villain scoffed. Without warning, Hero’s world tilted on its axis. They whined as their head spun from the change. Villain held Hero snug against their chest, leaving no room for escape.
“The only crime that you need to worry about is the crime I’m going to commit if you don’t get your little self back in bed and stay there.”
Hero’s brow furrowed. They didn’t catch all of that. It sounded like some kind of threat, but they weren’t sure.
Villain began to carry them back up the stairs, the very stairs they had worked so hard to climb down.
“Noooo,” Hero whimpered.
They struggled in Villain’s grip, but they were no match for their lover’s strength, especially in their current state. Before long, they had been deposited back in bed. The same bed they had been in for the last week. They were sick of it. They wanted out, and they wanted out now.
…
Villain tilted Hero’s chin up and frowned. Their eyes were glassy and unfocused.
“You’re still in that @#$% daze,” Villain sighed.
“Crime,” Hero mumbled.
They tried getting out of their bed again. Villain maneuvered them back in for the fifth time that morning.
“You can’t fight crime right now,” Villain said, “your powers are weak, and you’re sicker than a Victorian orphan. besides, no criminal is going to take you seriously in your pajamas.”
Hero sat up. Villain pushed them back down. Hero didn’t like that.
“Kidnapper,” they hissed.
“Okay.” Villain rolled their eyes, “you need a nap.”
Hero sat up again, and this time, Villain didn’t stop them. They just shoved a spoonful of medicine into their open mouth. They pressed their hand over Hero’s lips.
“Mm!!”
“Swallow. Do not try to spit it out,” Villain ordered.
Hero didn’t have much choice, if they wanted to breathe, that is. The congestion in their nose made the decision for them. Hero swallowed and grimaced. Satisfied, Villain removed their hand from Hero’s face, allowing them to shake their head and stick their tongue out.
“Poison!”
“Mm. Here’s the antidote.”
Villain handed them a juice box which had already been prepped for them. Hero took it and slurped the citrus-flavored contents down through the little plastic straw.
Their eyelids drooped. They yawned, and despite their infuriating antics, it was pretty cute. Villain guided them back down against the pillows just as their glazed eyes fluttered shut. Sheesh.
This is a bit of Caius' backstory from before Y/N comes into the picture. Some parts of this might not make sense now, but they will later.
Chase clutched his arm as tightly as he dared, but blood still seeped between his fingers. He was almost out of bullets. This had gotten messy fast. It was supposed to be the most basic of missions. Heck, someone in Archives should’ve been able to do it. Yet here he was, two teammates down and an extraction team still too far away.
He could feel his head growing lighter with every second. He dared to pull his hand away, which just made the wound gush. He gritted his teeth and rose to his feet. He bolted through the mansion. The charges he set blinked red as he passed them. They were going to detonate in five minutes. That would’ve been ample time to get out, but no, he just had to get shot first, didn’t he?
He reached his point of entry and groaned. It would serve as the perfect exit point for someone with two working limbs. He once more pulled his hand from the wound and fumbled in his pocket. Found it.
He jammed the needle into his leg and pressed down on the depressor. He cried out and panted while the synthetic adrenaline flooded his system. He pulled himself up the window ledge and tumbled out the other side. His arm screamed at him to stop; fortunately, the drug dulled the pain soon enough.
He didn’t stop running until he reached the tree line. His knees buckled just as the mansion blew apart into a blaze of stone and marble. One less foreign adversary to worry about.
Beams of harsh, white light cut through the woods, right into Chase’s widened eyes. About time.
The last of the adrenaline fizzled out of his system. He fell flat on his face as a series of footsteps thundered over him. Someone hauled him up, looping his arm over their shoulder. Another agent went to do the same. Chase couldn’t stop the cry that escaped him.
The agent cursed.
“Agent down!” they shouted.
“You seriously couldn’t tell that just by looking at me?” Chase mumbled.
“Get me a medic here now!”
“We’re in the middle of a foreign prime minister’s most secure property, we’re not getting a medical team in here without a fight.”
“Then get us to the medical team,” the agent on his other side ordered.
“Hang in there, Evans,” the older agent said.
“All good,” Chase slurred, “just gonna take five…”
…
Chase screamed himself awake. Several hands held him down against a hard surface. He sucked in sharp, shallow breaths.
“Stay down, Agent,” a medic said.
He chanced a glance at his arm. The bullet had been removed, and the medic had just inserted packing into it with a specialized device. It looked quite similar to a syringe, but instead of a needle on the end, it was a wider tube. It had just sent a bundle of cotton into the hole in his flesh.
“Mission?” Chase mumbled.
“Success,” an agent answered.
“Casualties?”
“Two agents deceased.”
“Civilians?”
“Three injured, one dead.”
“Target?”
“Terminated. All according to plan.”
Chase finally let himself relax. He took a deep breath this time. The medic zipped the first aid kit shut and removed their bloodied gloves. Chase almost drifted off, then nearly bolted upright once more. His colleagues almost failed to hold him down. How could he have forgotten!?
“Any loose ends!?” he panted.
“Sheesh, Evans!”
“Take a minute man!”
“He’s goal-oriented. Always has been,” the oldest agent said, then added, “loose ends have been tied off. Go back to sleep, Agent. You did good.”
Chase nodded. The overhead lights blurred as his vision slid out of focus. He drifted off a moment later.
Foreign news outlets announced their president’s death that morning. Local terrorists were responsible, and a government investigation was already underway. These criminals would be brought to justice, and in the meantime, the United States had generously offered to provide financial assistance during the transition of power that would follow. Religious institutions across the nations mourned the loss of their outspoken leader. The church of Candida Aurum welcomed many new followers seeking comfort in the ensuing tumultuous period.
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"i really need to sit down," whumpee says. the heat of the day and the hard work they're doing is getting to them.
"that's the fourth time you've said that today. haven't you had enough breaks?"
"we're all hot and tired, whumpee."
whumpee decides they're right. maybe they're overreacting. they're about to say as much and get back to work, but suddenly, the nausea and faint feeling washes over them again, and they waver.
"whumpee?"
they stagger to the side, catching themself on the nearest support, and choke up the water they've been trying to drink. they haven't had anything to eat--haven't been hungry. someone rushes to ease them to the ground, where they may or may not be a little hazy in consciousness for a moment.
Could you do an angel/winged whumpee who has an injured wing thats rotting off and needs to be amputated? Bonus if he desperately doesn't want to lose it because chopping off a wing terrifying and they're the last thing tying them to a life and people they will never have back?
"N-No, no, there has to be another way!" Whumpee insisted. They couldn't feel their wing anymore — the nerves were entirely shot, the whole thing was rotting, emanating a smell that was hard to withstand, even for Whumpee. "Surely, there's a way to save my wing? Please?"
"Whumpee…"
"Please. Please, I'll do anything, just save my wing." Ever since their fall and losing their halo, their beautiful, pristine white wings were the only thing tying them to their heavenly existence. They were proud of their wings. There was no way they had to be amputated. "Please, I'm begging you."
"It doesn't matter what you tell me or do," the stranger who told them they could help told them. "It's not really my call anymore. It's rotting. The infection could spread to your other wing if we don't act fast enough. Maybe we're already too late, but with how attached you are, I didn't want to suggest chopping them both off."
"You're not touching my wings!" Whumpee screamed, backing away and huddling in a corner. "Nobody's touching my wings! They're mine! They matter! I want to keep them!"
"Whumpee…"
"I don't care what you say!"
"We need to do this." The stranger crouched down in front of them, so they could be at eye-level. "In your heart of hearts, you know it's true. It might not hurt anymore, but it will hurt when it spreads."
Whumpee saw double of them from how blurred their vision was from the tears. They didn't want to admit that the stranger was right. "Can you save my other wing?"
"I can try. And the sooner I try, the better my chances."
Whumpee looked down at the floor. Or glared, more like. They didn't know who they were mad at. Themself, the stranger, the angel who threw them out of heaven… They were just mad. So very mad.
"Okay," they muttered eventually.
"Okay? I can amputate it?"
"Just— Just stop talking about it. Just do it. I don't want to hear more about it."
The stranger gave them a kind smile. "Okay. Let's save your other wing."
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Indigo's eyes widened, and panic bubbled up beneath the cold, icy layer of sedatives they'd been injected with. That thing… had been inside their brain? And there were more? And their head, their skull was open right now, and Doc could see it?
"Get them out," they squeaked. "Get them out!"
We're staying.
"I'm not sure I can get to all of them," Doc said, and tears began trickling down Indigo's cheeks.
"Please," they begged. "I can't live like this—"
We're staying.
"I'll do my best. It's clear to everyone at base that these things caused more than just nasty headaches… I can hear them… murmuring, almost. They communicate with electrical impulses through your nervous system. I assume you're hearing something?"
"Yes!"
We're staying.
"They don't secrete anything that would show up in a drug test. Hunter must've injected you with the eggs, and as they moved up to your brain and hatched—"
"Just get them out!"
We're staying.
"I'm trying! They're latched onto your brain, they have— teeth, I— This is madness."
"They're still— Ah!"
We're staying.
"I don't think I can do this manually. I can try to pick out as many as I can, but there's no way I can get rid of them all. Hunter has to have an antidote for this, something to kill off the worms, or leeches, or whatever these are."
"Then I need to get back to Hunter!"
We're staying.
"There's no way we're letting you do that! You're a murderer, and with these worms, you're under his control! She would just use you to cause destruction! I don't believe for a single moment that your puppy dog eyes would convince her to just give you the antidote!"
Indigo burst into tears. Their hand had been cut off, there were leeches in their brain, Doc wasn't getting it— "Please, at least let me try. Use me as bait, organise a hostage exchange or something, just let me talk to Hunter!"
We're staying.
"No. I'll take the sample specimens and work on a cure myself. We don't need a criminal to do my work, no matter how skilled he is. Indigo; I'll free you from this curse."
"Okay," they sobbed. "Do you understand now that I'm not a villain? That I wasn't being non-compliant on purpose? Please, tell me you understand. I'm not a threat."
We're staying.
"You are a threat. These things in your brain… They're dangerous, and they make you do dangerous things. But dissection is postponed indefinitely. I'll talk to Valour."
"Are you going to close up my— my head with them still inside?"
We're staying.
"There's nothing more I can do at this point. I'm sorry. You'll have to bear the headaches for just a little while longer. I will work on an antidote, Valour and Dash will work on bringing down Hunter and possibly forcing her to give up his own recipe for it."
Indigo tried not to think about the parasites squirming around in their head and feeding on their brain matter. "Okay," they sniffled.
We're staying.
—
Indigo was unstrapped and escorted back to the holding cell they had been in before Doc took them upstairs. The shock collar was left on 'as a safety measure', and Indigo was left to their own devices behind bars. Doc never once apologised for having chopped their hand off, she didn't even mention it, like it wasn't a big deal, or like it'd never happened. She simply wrapped their hand and head up in bandages and that was that. This was their new life.
Their new life, knowing exactly what the voices were, where they came from, and when they'd go away.
"I know you're in there," they whispered. "I know you can hear me. You can hear my thoughts, can't you? I don't know how Hunter came up with you, but we're going to kill you all, one by one."
You actually trust Doc?
Indigo looked down at their stump, neatly bandaged, bearing the mark of the insane medic of Valour's team. The medic that had been excited to dissect them just a few hours prior. Did they trust her? Should they have trusted her?
Hunter holds the keys, and you know that. Your only chance is to get out of this cell and go back to him. She'll know what to do.
"He'll just use me! She would never kill off his own parasites! She doesn't hold the keys to anything but a life of— of— servitude and misery!"
"Indigo," came a voice they'd learned to dread. "I heard from Doc," Valour said as he rounded the corner and came into their field of vision. "I know why you've been acting the way you have. I hope you know that this doesn't absolve you."
"But the drug—"
Shut up about the drug. They don't know about the drug. They know about us, but they don't know that during regular injections, you were physically unable to disobey. And you will bring that secret to your grave.
"There's even more?" Valour asked.
"I'm… I'm not innocent. I wouldn't dream of being absolved completely. The citizens were terrified of me. I did horrible things. But I swear to you, I swear it, I wasn't—"
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
"You weren't…?"
"I wasn't… I wasn't in…"
Shut up.
"It doesn't matter. Whatever the parasites don't want us to know, we'll figure out once we've gotten rid of them. I talked to Doc, and we've come up with a plan. You'll be happy to know that it includes you walking free."
Indigo baulked at him. "Free?"
"Yes. Free."
"Doc said I was a danger."
"I don't see you as one," Valour said easily, throwing the cell door open. "You're free to do as you wish. I'll escort you out."
Indigo slowly got to their feet, hesitant to approach him. He was terrifying, and it felt like one wrong move would set him off and make him change his mind entirely — maybe even blow their head off, like he'd done with Rider. "I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused," they said placatingly.
"You have worms in your head." Valour smiled at them, like they now shared an inside joke. His hands were no less stained than theirs. "I understand."
They took a few unsteady, hesitant steps towards the open door. "I… I can find my way out. Thanks."
"You'll need an escort. You're too easily recognisable, and with the rampage you've gone on over the past days, people will be freaking out. Think of me as crowd control."
Right. They still didn't have their disguiser back. In this state, they wouldn't even be able to go to Jasmine's—
Jasmine.
Jasmine promised to rescue them.
It was an anaesthetic-induced fever dream, and yet, they found themself tearing up at the prospect. Valour raised an eyebrow.
"Something the matter?"
You can't go to Jasmine and get her involved. Your only option is Hunter.
"Yes, I know that's what you all want!" they snapped, and Valour was starting to look like he was reconsidering his decision. "No, wait! I'm sorry, I just— The worms. I'm so sorry. Please, let me leave."
"Alright. Let's go."
—
People were indeed freaking out — but Valour's presence helped. They were soothed by the sight of a real hero escorting the failed one, and Indigo was grateful for that. They could've sworn they even saw looks of pity on some faces. They tried to hide their hand as much as possible, but there was no way to hide their bandaged head.
This was stupid, but were they ugly now? The thought — for lack of a better word — wormed its way into their head when they realised this was the first time they'd seen the sun with a shaved head. Their stupid, pointy ears were on full display, they must've looked so much like an animal—
"Indigo?"
They stopped and looked at Valour. "Yes?"
"Where will you go?"
Indigo looked at the street ahead. Valour had brought them over to their city by car, but they'd been walking for a while now. Valour didn't ask why, didn't ask why Indigo didn't immediately direct him to some sort of base, just walked with them and talked to civilians who were screaming and pointing. But time was up; they had to answer.
"Can I not answer?"
To Hunter. Always to Hunter. Like a loyal dog.
There was no way Valour didn't know the answer. Still, he just nodded. "Can I leave you to your own devices?"
"I…" They looked down at the asphalt. They'd killed a man on this street once. His blood had been washed away by rain, but Indigo could still see droplets of it that weren't there. "Yeah. I'll find my way."
"If the crowd starts threatening you—"
"Then I deserve it."
Something crossed Valour's face they couldn't identify. "I'll go back to my own team, then, and we'll work on the rest of the plan."
"Good luck. Please, free me from the stupid leeches."
Valour gave a salute and turned to leave. Indigo stood there, watching him disappear around a street corner to go back to his car. They were alone, in a city that had loved them once. A city that now sought to see them in chains, lynched maybe. People rounding the other street corner, the one up ahead, turned around and left as soon as they came. Indigo sighed and began walking towards Hunter's home. If he wasn't there, they would walk to her old lair. What they would do when they got there and stood face to face with him, they didn't know. They just knew they had no place anywhere else.
"Indigo," came a soft voice from behind them. A voice they knew well. A voice that carried no threat, a peaceful voice, a voice that felt like home. "You came back."
Indigo turned and fell to their knees instantly, teary eyes fixed on Jasmine. "Jasmine," they breathed. "You can't be here. You don't know—"
"I don't care," she said, walking right up to them. The wretch. The corrupted hero. The cut-open specimen. And she cupped their cheeks, guiding their eyes to meet hers. "I can be wherever you are," she leaned in, whispering, "Arden."
And something in Indigo broke. They hugged her close, clinging like a babe to its mother, and wept. Jasmine hugged them back, got on her knees and hugged them, rocking the two of them back and forth. She didn't ask questions, she didn't demand answers, she just held them.
"A touching reunion."
Indigo immediately shoved Jasmine away, jumping to their feet and wiping their eyes. "Jasmine, hide."
"Indigo, you don't have to—"
"Hide."
"Indigo, it's okay." Jasmine stood as well, placing a gentle hand on their arm. "We made a deal."
"A— A what?"
Indigo watched as Hunter strolled over, syringe in hand, ready to make their life a living hell once more. And while they had resigned themself to that fate back on Doc's operating table, that fantasy didn't involve Jasmine, getting to talk to her and hug her and—
"Be good, now," Hunter said with a smile, green eyes glinting with sadistic glee. "Listen to Jasmine."
"Jasmine?" they squeaked.
"Our deal—"
"You'll explain the deal later," Hunter cut in. "Tell them to let me inject them."
Indigo wanted to scream. They wanted Jasmine to scream. To scream at Hunter not to order her around. Instead, her gentle hold on Indigo's arm tightened, and she ground out the words, "Stay still for him. Please."
So Indigo did. There was nothing else for them to do. Before they were Hunter's dog, they had been Jasmine's — a fact she must've been aware of but never flaunted. They stayed entirely still as Hunter injected them with a drug that contained more parasite eggs, all the while staring at Jasmine in disbelief.
A deal. They'd made a deal.
"What was the deal?" they asked quietly, once Hunter removed the needle and threw the syringe on the ground. They were so entirely focused on Jasmine, they didn't, couldn't see when Hunter drew her trusty gun.
Jasmine opened her mouth.
Bang.
Indigo moved on instinct. They reached out to catch Jasmine's body, unwilling to watch her fall to the dirty ground, despite the life having left her eyes the moment that gun went off. They couldn't process it, even as her blood soaked the street below. One shot to the head — that was all it took. It was so quick.
"She would've cut any deal to see you again," Hunter said in a sing-song voice. "She was so dumb. I don't know what you liked about her. She was a clever engineer, but so, so stupid in everyday life."
"What have you done?" Indigo breathed.
"Now!" Valour shouted, and Indigo didn't even care that he showed back up. They knew he was bound to. It was obvious that Valour and his team used them as bait to lure Hunter out, they wouldn't have set them free otherwise, and there was no telling what they would do to them once they captured Hunter.
"Indigo, tear them apart."
The order was absolute.
And yet Indigo's body did not move.
"Indigo," Hunter tried again, more insistent. He fired off a few shots, and Indigo didn't look to check if they hit Valour. "Tear them apart."
There was nothing in Indigo's head as they stood there, cradling Jasmine's body. No parasites. No order strong enough to move them in their grief. The feeling was overpowering, strong enough to force them to their knees, where they continued to hold her, carding gentle fingers through her hair. There were two bullet holes in her skull — one going in, one going out. Indigo arranged her hair so that they would be covered.
"Indigo!"
Hunter didn't exist. Valour didn't exist. The city around them didn't exist. They replayed the name spoken from Jasmine's mouth over and over again: Arden. The name she'd helped pick.
As battle raged on around them, Indigo took one last, long look at Jasmine's beautiful eyes before closing them forever.
They didn't want to be a hero.
There was no other path for them than to be a hero.
But being a hero cost too much.
Oh. Jasmine's face was wet with tears — not her own, but Indigo's. They gently wiped them away, only for more to take their place. They heard distant murmurs of what was supposed to be the loud and clear voice of the parasites, muffled screams of Hunter that were supposed to turn their body against themself and their allies, but they felt nothing but grief. There was no one but Jasmine.
Bang.
Crash.
Thunk.
Shots were fired on both sides. Cars were being thrown across the street. Civilians were used as human shields. Hunter wasn't prepared for how ruthlessly Valour fought, and Valour wasn't prepared for whatever concoction Hunter had prepared specifically for him. Because Hunter also knew Valour must be waiting around the corner. Of course he knew.
"I'm so sorry," Indigo whispered. "I became a hero because I wanted to be liked. I was different, and so I wanted to do something… to make them accept me. But all the while, deep down, all I wanted was to impress you. I never needed to — you loved me for just what I was. Which, I still don't know what I am. Maybe I'll never know. And I have leeches in my brain, telling me to be the antithesis of everything I stood for— we stood for. Would you have loved me like this anyway?" More tears fell onto her face. "What am I saying? You loved me enough to cut a deal with a liar and cheater. You knew this would happen, didn't you?"
A civilian rushed up to them and grabbed them by the shirt, tugging on it frantically. "Indigo, Hunter is—"
"Shut up," they said.
"But—"
"I said shut up," they growled, and the woman backed up.
"Which side are you on?" she asked, looking even more frightened now.
Indigo averted their eyes. They looked at Jasmine's peaceful face. They knew what she would've wanted them to say. But they couldn't say it. "I'm not a hero anymore," they said, so quiet that it was impossible to hear in the commotion around them. "I haven't been a hero for a long while. But I'm not a villain either, can you believe that? The worms— I don't hear them. When Hunter tells me to do something, I don't."
"Indigo, we need help—" she started again. Bang. She fell to the ground, lifeless. They could've saved her, maybe, if they'd tried. They hadn't.
Valour swept in and rushed at Hunter, stepping over corpses and shooting at her. Indigo stayed motionless, clutching Jasmine's body like it would disappear if they let go.
They didn't know how long the battle lasted. It seemed simultaneously like the shortest and longest minutes of Indigo's whole earthly life. When someone tapped them on the shoulder, they didn't know whether it was Hunter or Valour. Valour, probably, going off of the scent. Did that mean he'd won?
"Indigo," he said softly, so softly that Indigo had never heard him speak that way before. "She's not coming back."
"I know," they whispered.
"We're not killing Hunter until he produces an antidote for you."
Indigo slowly, painfully tore their eyes away from Jasmine's face. "You think I care about the worms in my head right now?"
Valour gave them a compassionate look. "You have to take care of that sooner or later. Grief powerful enough to keep a mind control drug at bay won't last forever."
They looked back at Jasmine. "Do whatever you want."
He sighed. "I'll come back for you later."
Indigo had no more tears to cry. They just knelt there, rocking back and forth with Jasmine's motionless, cold body. They didn't know what Valour 'coming back for them' would entail, and they didn't care. They didn't care whether Hunter would talk, or whether Doc managed to come up with an antidote without help. They didn't care whether Valour would blast Hunter's head clean off.
They just cared that Jasmine got a funeral worthy of her.
After the whump happens, Whumpee does a complete identity change. New name, new look, new (fake) backstory. Maybe they’re hiding from Whumper or maybe they just wanted some change. The old them is dead now.
Eventually, the team/their friends find out about the existence of Whumper, and more specifically they find out about the horrific things they did to a person going by a name they’ve never heard before: Whumpee’s old name.
Whumpee doesn’t want to speak up. This’ll pass and the team will assume their alter ego died or something and Whumper will be forgotten. They just have to push through it and ignore how they feel when they hear their friends commenting on the situation like Whumpee wasn’t a part of it.
Of course, the truth comes out eventually. Whumper recognises them, or someone else on the team points out a distinct, unique similarity between Whumpee and that person. Everyone’s horrified.
They’ve known for months about this terrible, terrible thing that happened to someone. Hell, one person made a pretty tasteless joke about it over brunch. But all of it feels scarily real when now they know it wasn’t just something that happened to some unknown mystery person.
content: hero villain whump, nonhuman whumpee, mind control, body control, needles, noncon drugging, kidnapping, captivity, restraints, humiliation
Indigo was walking through the empty parking garage, sniffing the air to catch Hunter's scent.
Just 24 hours ago, everything had been quiet. Hunter hadn't shown his face in weeks, and the city was peaceful without her. Indigo didn't really have any heroic duties — they could just wear their human disguise and go to college like every other person their age. But of course, no good villain stayed away for too long. Hunter was back. And he was causing chaos.
"Where are you hiding?" Indigo growled. "You wanted to come out and play. Then play."
Their ears twitched as they locked onto a little noise from behind one of the pillars holding up the roof. It sounded like the cracking of a bone, the popping of a joint. It was quiet, and a normal human wouldn't have been able to hear it — but Indigo wasn't a normal human.
They immediately ran towards the sound. They weren't afraid of Hunter. They just wanted to put an end to this ridiculous cat and mouse game they'd been playing for the past years, and give the citizens some peace. Hunter had to be behind bars.
Indigo thought they saw a shadow moving behind the pillar and they immediately lunged at whatever was casting it; but they landed on thin air. There was… nobody behind the pillar.
They furrowed their brows. Their hearing was excellent, their sight wasn't ordinary either, so what—
They heard a pop, and something whistling through the air. Then they felt a stinging pain in their neck.
"Ow!" They reached up to feel what hit them, and…
And…
Oh, they felt a little woozy.
They grabbed whatever was embedded in their neck, yanking it out to look at it. Tranquilliser.
"Oh no," they breathed. They had to get through this. They couldn't pass out.
They threw the thing on the floor and stomped on it. They turned around to begin combing through the parking garage again, ignoring the way they stumbled.
"Is this what we've stooped down to? Tranquilliser?" they yelled. Their voice echoed. "Come out and fight me like you mean it! We're not kids! If you want to terrorise this town…"
Indigo reached up and pressed the palm of their hand against their forehead. They were seeing double now.
This was bad. They couldn't risk passing out here, alone and vulnerable for Hunter to catch. Especially not with their disguiser on their wrist.
Indigo wasn't human — that much was quite obvious when one looked at their indigo skin, eyes, and hair, their pointed ears, their claws. But a friend of theirs, their only real friend, a friend who knew what they were — or as much of what they were as they themself knew — managed to come up with a gadget that would turn them almost completely human. Their skin, their eyes, their ears, their nails, all normal, passing for a regular young adult. The only thing it didn't change was their rat's nest of an indigo hair, but humans dyed their hair different colours all the time, so who cared? Nobody batted an eye. And that gadget, they always had it with them; wore it on their wrist like a watch. It kind of looked like a fancy watch. If Hunter caught them with that, it would be game over. He would know who their human persona was, and their civil identity would be entirely blown.
So what now? They couldn't just leave. Hunter was at large. She would take hostages, blow up buildings, whatever his insane plan was this time. Indigo couldn't just leave and take a nap.
They heard a pop, and that whistling sound through the air again. Their reflexes were considerably worse now, but they managed to duck out of the way. The needle hit a pillar and fell to the ground with a clinking sound.
"Just come out already!" they yelled. "You already got one in me! You can't be this scared of me!"
They took a step towards where the dart had come from. Then another. Their body felt like lead.
"Hunter," they hissed. "I will put you in jail if it's the last thing I do. So come out and face me."
And she did come out. He stepped out from behind the pillar with a tranquilliser gun in her hand, smiling, his long, jet black hair falling in front of her face. "Hello, Indigo. Feeling a little sleepy?"
"I can deal with you in whatever condition I'm in," they said as confidently as they could muster.
"Oh?" He stretched out her arm and aimed directly at them. "A few more darts wouldn't hurt, then."
"Put down the gun and face me like you're not a coward."
He laughed. "You think this is about cowardice? I simply live by the mantra 'work smarter, not harder'. Your little animal instincts are annoying to deal with, I'm levelling the playing field."
Indigo's knees buckled. They were having serious trouble trying to keep their eyes open.
"Is this what you call 'dealing with me'?" Hunter taunted as he walked closer. Not within lunging distance, but closer.
"I will protect this city," they said, but there was no bite to it anymore. They were so exhausted. The world was spinning, and their brain kept telling them to just close their eyes for a moment. "You have to go through my cold… dead body…"
"One day, I will," Hunter said. "But that day is not today. Today, I'm fine with you just being unconscious." She raised the gun and fired another dart, and they were too tired to get out of the way. It hit them in the chest, immediately draining into their bloodstream. Their heartbeat was slowing.
They reached up and grabbed the dart, yanking it out of their skin. They threw it to the side. "I… I will…" They fell over, landing hard on their face. The concrete was hard and cold, but they didn't care. They had to close their eyes. Just for a moment.
"Stop fighting it," he cooed. Indigo could see her walk closer, within arm's reach, and they tried to raise their arm to grab onto his pants, to do something, anything… But they couldn't. "Go to sleep, Indigo."
They wanted to say something. Their mouth wouldn't move. Just how strong was the tranquilliser?
Their eyes fluttered closed.
They were so sleepy.
They were…
They were…
Gone.
—
Indigo awoke with a horrible pain in their head. They groaned and tried to reach up to rub their temples, but their hand wouldn't move. They tried both hands — neither complied. There was something blocking the movement, something digging into their wrists. Rope. They were tied up.
"Awake?"
They knew that voice. Hunter.
Indigo slowly opened their eyes to see him leaning back against the opposite wall, an unbearable, smug smirk on her face. They quickly scanned the room to find any opening — there was nothing. It was just an empty room with a chair in the middle. A chair they had been tied to.
"I've gotten out of stickier situations before," they spat. "This is nothing."
"Of course. I know that. That brutish strength of yours, paired with an above average mind… You're certainly a hard one to keep in one place for long."
Indigo looked down at their bindings. The rope was sturdy, much too sturdy for them to simply tear apart. If they could somehow get a claw within cutting distance… There was no way Hunter would just stand there and watch them do it.
"But that's why I'm not going to keep you for long," he went on. She pushed himself away from the wall and walked closer, and that was when Indigo saw the syringe in her hand. "In this room, I mean. Oh, I'm going to keep you. But not here."
"What are you even talking about?" They were starting to get nervous. What was in that syringe? Was it more sedatives? Poison?
"I've been working really hard, you know. Long hours in the lab, trying to cook up something that would be suitable for you. I've done this before — the whole hunting a hero thing. It's what I do. You know, as Hunter. Because there were others before you who considered this city their pride and joy, and would've done anything to protect it. But I've won. Every. Single. Time."
"Not this time," they said, tugging on the ropes against their better judgment.
"You've certainly given me a bit of a headache during these past years. You and your overzealous personality. But then, an idea formed in my head. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to you, I just had to figure out how."
"Stop speaking in riddles and just spit it out! What's the crazy plan this time?"
Hunter smiled wide, his green eyes glinting from behind her mask. "I think you'll quite like this one." With that, he stabbed them in the thigh with the syringe, emptying its contents into the muscle.
Indigo squeezed their eyes shut, wincing at the pain. It felt like their thigh had just doubled in size with all the liquid. But when they opened their eyes again, they weren't feeling woozy, and they certainly weren't dead. "What does it do?" they asked.
"You'll see."
"I demand to know what it does!"
"Patience," she said almost gently.
"I'm not patient!" Indigo growled at him.
"Well, that's not my problem. I'll be back in an hour to check on your progress."
"Wait— Are you leaving me here?"
"Sure am." He turned around and started walking away, raising one hand to wave them goodbye. "See you in an hour."
"You can't—" Wait. No. This was good. Humiliating and ridiculous, but good for survival.
"Bye!" Hunter closed the door behind herself, leaving Indigo completely alone.
They took a deep breath. This was fine. They had fallen captive a few times before, and so far, nothing Hunter had thrown at them had been too terrible. Maybe the ropes were stronger this time, but not unbreakable.
They started by trying to slip their hand out of the bonds. With how tight the ropes were, this was not going to work. They tried reaching the ropes with the tips of their fingers so they could cut it with their claws, and that was sort of working… But it would take a while. A good while. But they had an hour, if Hunter's word was to be trusted. So they began the painstaking process of trying to cut through their bindings.
It was taking too long. Indigo was breaking out in a sweat trying to do this, and it wasn't working as well as they'd hoped, and Hunter was going to come back— They had to calm down. They had to just focus on the task at hand. Whatever Hunter had pumped them full of wasn't acting yet, they had time. They just had to concentrate.
Yes.
Yes.
Indigo almost couldn't believe when the rope finally snapped, and they pulled their hand out. They quickly cut the ropes holding their other hand and their legs, then stood up. There was no effect of the drug. They were completely fine. They were going to kick Hunter's—
They heard footsteps from behind the door. Their eyes widened for just a moment in panic before they quickly and quietly sneaked next to it, where they would be hidden if Hunter opened it. Their heart was beating fast in their chest — they didn't want to get hit with another tranquilliser.
The door opened. Hunter walked in. He immediately saw the empty chair and the discarded ropes and slammed the door shut. Indigo jumped out and lunged at her, tackling him to the ground and reeling their hand back to punch her, when Hunter spoke.
"Stop."
One word. A simple command, spoken not in a panicked way, but with the quiet confidence of someone who knew he was going to be listened to. Which was weird. Of course Indigo wasn't going to listen. Hunter was their enemy, their arch nemesis, and they finally had the upper hand.
So then why?
Why did their hand stop mid-air?
Hunter smiled. "I see you're taking it very well," she said, satisfied.
Indigo reeled their hand back a second time, trying to punch him— but their hand wouldn't move. "What's going on?" they asked, alarmed. They moved their other hand to be on Hunter's neck, squeezing in their helpless fury. "Tell me what's going on."
"Get your hands off me," she breathed through the way Indigo was choking him, and like a puppet, they obeyed.
"What's going on?" they demanded again, even more urgent, pushing themself off the ground and taking several steps back. Hunter also stood up, taking his time, dusting herself off casually.
"Indigo, be a darling and go back to the chair. Sit."
And there it was. That irresistible urge to obey him. Their legs carried them right back to the chair against their will, and they sat down, right and proper. It was at this time that a small voice started emerging in the back of their mind as well, whispering the most backwards, ridiculous things.
Isn't this nice? Isn't it nicer when you don't have to think?
It wasn't nice. It was horrifying.
"I believe it's time we had a little chat," Hunter said.
"Tell me what's going on."
"Oh, I will. I will tell you." She hummed. "See, you're quite headstrong. And personally? I don't like that. Some people do — I'm sure you have friends and such, in your civil life. Speaking of, I took your watch. Interesting little thing. I couldn't figure out how to work it, though, you'll have to show me later."
Indigo looked down at their arm, and sure enough, their little disguiser was gone. "Give it back!" they cried.
"Of course, I will. Otherwise how would you show me? Don't be dumb, now."
Tears of helplessness and humiliation were pricking Indigo's eyes. They couldn't get up out of the stupid chair, their watch was gone, and Hunter was speaking to them like they were some idiot child. "What is going on?"
"Ah, yes. About you being headstrong. See, I hate it. It's annoying. If there's one thing I hate more than a hero, it's a headstrong one. Absolutely insufferable."
"Can you get to the point? Why can't I move from here?"
"So I thought long and hard about how to break your spirit. That childish, overzealous, ambitious spirit that was just constantly there to oppose me at every turn. I could barely take a hostage, and you would be there to rescue them. So. Miserably. Annoying."
Indigo swallowed. "Break my spirit?"
"And I came up with the perfect idea! Don't move, now." He walked up to them and took them by the chin, tilting their head up so they were looking into her eyes. They couldn't move a muscle. "I thought, 'I just need to find a way to make them completely and utterly dependent on me.' Subservient. Obedient. Good."
"What have you done?" they whispered.
Hunter grinned and shoved their face away. "I spent hours in my lab, trying to come up with something that would achieve this. But I needed material — a strand of your hair here, shards of your claws there… And eventually, after enough diligent work, I came up with something. Something unique. Something quite personal. And here were are today, witnessing the miracle that is my newest drug. And the best part? Now that I have you, I can continue collecting even more material for further dosages."
Indigo felt the world close in on them. Subservient? Obedient? Them? To Hunter? It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. But the reality was, they were sitting in a stupid chair because Hunter had told them to, completely immobile because he had simply told them not to move. Hunter wanted to break their spirit, and it was already working, not exactly ten minutes into the drug taking effect.
No. They couldn't succumb to this. There had to be a way out, and they had to keep a cool head to figure it out.
"You must be thinking of loopholes right now," Hunter went on. "Let me make it easy for you: there are none."
"You don't know that."
"I do know that. I made the concoction. If anyone knows, it's me."
"You've never used it."
"Mmm, partially true."
Indigo furrowed their brows. "What does that—"
"Well, this is no time to be sitting in an empty room!" She clasped his hands together. "Get up, dearest! Let's go check out that fancy watch you always have on."
Indigo's body moved on its own. They walked out of the room after Hunter, and while there wasn't a single moment they weren't struggling against the drug, it did not matter. They followed him like a shadow, like a lost puppy. When she came to a stop, they also did.
"Alright." Hunter grabbed the disguiser and strapped it onto their wrist. "Show me how it works."
Won't it be nice? Won't it be nice to share the secret with more than one person? Won't it be a burden off your shoulders? Share the secret. Show her your human self.
Indigo tried to block out the voice. It wasn't their internal monologue, it couldn't have been. It was something foreign, something alien.
Despite that, their hand moved against their will. They entered the code and pressed the button to start the transformation; their skin changed colour head to toe, their claws receded, their eyes went from a dark indigo to a dark brown. They stood there, in their human costume, staring their arch nemesis in the face. He took their identity from them. She now knew who they were outside of hero duty. The shame of it burned in their chest and in their face. They were a failed hero.
"Oh," Hunter said. "So it's you. The fake you. Of course, living a life with indigo skin is a no-go. So you pretend. You play-act being human."
"Stop," they said quietly.
"Is it nice? To feel like you belong here? You clearly don't. But is it nice to pretend?"
"Stop!"
Hunter smiled. "Oh, Indigo. Or should I call you your other name? Your human name? Do you want to tell me that as well?"
Indigo blinked, and they could feel tears trickling down their cheeks. "No," they breathed.
"What was that?"
"I won't tell you."
"There it is. You're headstrong. Stubborn. And I. Don't. Like it." Hunter walked up to them and grabbed them by the face. "If you don't want to tell me your name, you'll ask me nicely to drop it."
"Through my corpse," they spat.
"I just have to say the word, and your full identity lands in my lap. You know that."
Share the secret. Share it. Don't you want to share it?
Indigo closed their eyes and took a breath. "I don't—"
"Ah! Careful. Careful with your words, Indigo. Remember what I said: Subservient. Obedient. Good."
Could this get more mortifying?
Indigo couldn't get the words out. A simple 'please' might've done it, but they didn't know, they couldn't, because they couldn't bring themself to say it. But their identity was on the line. Hunter had already seen their face, if he had a name to go with it, it would mean the end of them being able to stay in this city.
"I can't tell you my name," they said.
"Can't? That's not good enough," she said in a sing-song voice. "Indigo, tell me your—"
"Please!"
Hunter stopped. His grin widened. "Please what?"
"Please, don't make me tell you my name. I can't. Please, I can't."
Subservient. Obedient. Good.
They squeezed their eyes shut, trying to tune it out. "Please. Let me have my name. I've already given up my face."
"Mhm. That's true. Open your eyes and look at me."
They did, helplessly.
"You get to keep your name. We'll work on the begging, but for now, it's pretty good. You'll get much better at it, don't worry."
Beg. Beg. Beg. Get on your knees and beg.
"I can't listen to this!" Indigo cried, pressing both hands against their ears. "Make it stop!"
"Make what stop?"
"The voice! The voice in my head!"
"The voice?"
"You said you tested this! You have to have known about the voice! The— The— The stupid voice in my head, whispering and—"
"Oh, there's an audible voice to it?" Hunter asked, seemingly delighted. "What is it saying?"
Tell him. She has a right to know. He has a right to all your thoughts — and this is part of it. These are your thoughts. Yours alone.
Indigo let out an inarticulate scream. "Just make it stop!"
"We'll work on this," she said with a laugh, patting them on the head. "I'm going to make you much more bearable."
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