freak out

GRABS YOU. GET BACK HERE.

okay. okay wait i can be normal about this one. I Can Be Normal. here are the prompts that came to mind.

Living weapon who failed a vital task in the middle of a mission, lifting a shaky, bloody hand to their earpiece and hearing the voice of their handler filter in. "I--I am compromised."

Alternatively: a living weapon who, somehow, is convinced to leave a mission with the hero's team, and their handler shrieks through static and spittle. "Compromised! Damn it all!"

Leader suddenly turns on their team while on the field, blank eyes and guided hand. Their friends scramble to wake them up from an unknown brainwashing spell, but end up scattering, running away, the new inexperienced second-in-command shouting, "Leader's been compromised, we need to retreat!"

Ooh... zombie apocalypses. Right when everything seems calm. "Hey, guys," Whumpee says, too casual to be safe. Heads swivel, eyes find the bite mark, hearts pound. "Sorry. I... think I've been compromised."

Robot whumpees with glitches and viruses infiltrating their system. "I am compromised, but f-functional. D-do not worry?" Especially with an unprepared teammate when they've all been scattered, doubly so if said teammate doesn't like Whumpee.

Missions where the team splits up, it goes wrong, and someone has to inform the rest of the group that one of the members is compromised--does that mean drugged? Restrained? Convinced to give up the mission? Hell if the team knows. Whumpee's just compromised.

Then they're captured/sold/etc. to an organization that's practical and (relatively speaking) reasonable. This group only inflicts punishments for defiance or avoidable failure. They properly use the overload principle, pushing the weapon to improve in increments that don't injure it, so recovery doesn't slow down progress. They're largely detached towards the weapon instead of angry or contemptuous. Discipline is rarely something that impedes its functioning for long, and when it is, the handlers adjust their expectations accordingly. There are rules for how handlers can treat the weapon to make sure it's used correctly.

Suddenly there's a win condition: if the weapon does as its supposed to, it can avoid the better part of potential pain and suffering. And the weapon is so glad and does its best and wouldn't trade this for anything. Of course, it's still a weapon and not a person, so it doesn't need any sort of comfort/enrichment/other "luxuries." But this group, unlike the first, sees no merit in treatment that will damage a working tool.

inspo by @/whumppromptoftheday

content: conditioned whumpee, stockholm syndrome, betrayal, abandonment

"Don't leave me here again," Whumpee begged, tears in their eyes, clinging to Whumper like their life depended on it. "Please. Anywhere but here, with them."

"I have to go out of town for a while," Whumper said, pushing Whumpee away. "Let go."

"I don't want to be here, please, I can go with you, I can hide in your suitcase, or, or I can stay at your place until you come back, I'll behave, I swear—"

a grief whump where there's no quick solace except maybe returning to the thing people expect them to be weapon or to the caretaker they they escaped.. maybe the collar is safer

a cold chill shudders down their spine as they desperately try to wrack their brains for any memory of killing their target. nothing comes up.

this is the fifth time, they think, wrapping their gear up methodically. handler will be checking in anytime soon. they can't— can't stop. dread skitters throughout the entirety of them. what is happening to them?

they don't know if they want to know. everytime they— blank out, the scene that greets them is— it's gruesome. it's horrid. horrible. cleanup is a bitch.

and they know that they can't let anyone know. they'll be deactivated, if they do. faulty weapons are nothing but liabilities, after all. would you want a gun that might not shoot when it must? or worse: if it goes off randomly?

"What I am going to do is trust. Trust that Leader has seen a bigger picture than we ever could, and that they know a better way to help them than us getting ourselves killed! Then I am going to follow my orders."

"..."

"I have orders to handle loose cannons, too."

Misplaced loyalty

Content: living weapon vibes, betrayal, mention of striking and non-con, interrogation, emotional whump

Defending their leader anytime a word is spoken against them. Being defensive on their account--especially when they can't explain a red flag.

Taking tort ure, beatings, even non-con, but not breathing a word as they're interrogated. They won't rat out their team.

When one of their team members throws them under the bus, they take it. Their team is relying on them. Of course they'll take it--they're happy to be trusted with it.

Facing repercussions from their own team the moment they have a single idea of something they want to do. Wondering why their team doesn't back them up the way whumpee backs up the team.

Confusion as the ones they thought were their friends lock them down, assuming that whumpee is turning traitor just because they wanted to do something that wasn't just "defend the team".

The grief of realizing they were tricked. There was no friendship. No loyalty in return.

omg I LOOOVE living weapon whumpees who won't do as they're told.

Who, despite undergoing intense reprogramming, aren't quite the blank slate the facility was aiming for. Not out of spite or defiance, but simply because human beings aren't machines and there's always going to be an element of non-compliance.

Whumper died without a caretaker there to help whumpee afterwards. So whumpee picked themselves up, and kept living the way whumper taught them.

A vicious cycle whumpee can't escape, because theyre the one perpetuating it