Coco Bean

Whumpee is a Prince/Princess whose kingdom was taken over

The usurper crowns themself the new ruler and decides to change the prince/princesses memories

They make them think they were always just one of the servants

Though out of pride or maybe guilt, whumper lets whumpee keep aspects of themself

Their clothes stay the same, they have their own room, and even some of the same routines

Whumpee is incredibly confused by this, but Whumpee claims the prince/princess is their personal servant, so that's why they get treated better

Though despite all of that, the whumpee is still forced to do piles of work assigned by whumper

Their nice clothes are wrinkled and wet with sweat by the end of the day, but they never remember it being any different

Whumper loves it, they take pride in forcing the unknowing heir to the throne to scrub the floors they used to stand on proudly

And they allow the whumpee to have all their old clothes and stuff because what good is a royal servant if they look just like all the others? There's no fun in it if no one else knows after all.

Sofie tied the apron around her all-black uniform. The mirror reflected the light off of her golden butterfly necklace, her two little braids swooshing as she finished. Her stomach caught as she forced her muscles to walk out the apartment door?

 She mentally ran through the checklist of everything she needed: key, phone, ID, check. Satisfied, she approached the bus stop. She found her favorite seat not too close to the front, but not the very back either. Her stomach growled as she sat. She opened her bag, hoping she had forgotten a protein bar or something edible. All the bag contained was some crumbs and half a wrapper she didn't remember putting in there.   

.Whumpee is treated like a pet by Whumper

. Maybe it's normal in society, some people are just classified as pets and some aren't

. Caretaker is a friend of Whumper; they've fallen on hard times and have to stay with whumper for a while.

. They notice whumpee curled up in their cat bed all day, nose running, looking miserable.

. Their ears look gross, maybe they have a fever, maybe not, but either way they also can't eat cause they just don't feel well.

. Whumper can't ask to go to the doctor though because pets aren't allowed to speak, and they feel bad enough without facing the consequences if they did.

. They confront whumper multiple times, asking them to take whumpee to the doctor, even saying they'll pay with the little money they have.

. Whumper refuses

. So when whumper's out of the house, just going to the grocery store or something, they take whumpee and go to the doctor.

. The doctors able to treat whumpee and give them antibiotics and everything else they need to get better

. Whumper finds out, shows up at the doctors office and freaks out on caretaker, yelling at them, telling them they shouldn't worry, whumpers fine.

. They complain about how caretakers decision cost them the money they were going to use on the electricity bill, and say they didn't care what happened to whumper anyway, asking why caretaker even does.

. Caretaker, after hearing all of that, decided to take Whumpee away and care for them alone, making sure whumper gives them their meds, and taking care off them in general until they can leave.

. Whumpee grew up with protective parents, maybe just cause or maybe whumpee was/is chronically ill

. Whumpee was voted most innocent person in their grade all through middle school.

. After high school Whumpee had just left their parents house, happy to escape the overprotection and find themself.

. They find Whumper instead.

. They notice whumpee follows rules exactly, so they make lots of rules and tell Whumpee it's because they need structure

. They tell Whumpee the same stuff their parents did about the world being dangerous, and tell Whumpee they can't handle it.

. They treat Whumpee like a child, scolding them like a parent would, taking care of them like a parent would, etc.

. Whumpee is annoyed by it at first, but anytime they say their not a child and can do stuff for themself, Whumper pats them on the head and says "off course you can" as if whumpee's a child pretending to be an adult.

. Eventually though they get used to it, Whumper gives them art supplies, tv, books, anything they could want for hobbies.

. Sure they might stare longingly at the window sometimes when whumpers not looking, but maybe their parents and Whumper was right, maybe they really can't handle the world like everyone else can.

. Whumper protects them in a way no one else has before, helps them understand things, doesn't use sarcasm and laugh when whumpee doesn't know it's a joke right away, doesn't ditch them, or make fun of them either, maybe they should stay.

*based on the prompt I wrote not super long ago*

The ad online had seemed weirdly perfect. It was a sprawling resort with waterfalls, large pools, restaurants, you name it. The gorgeous pillars marking the entrance to a massive lobby decorated in gold hues and vines covered in small purple flowers. It seemed like the perfect place to stay for a weekend away.

When we got there it was even more spectacular than in the pictures, towering archways, sprawling gardens, it felt like living in a dream. I look over at my husband Caleb and notice him fixated on one of the flowers decorating the entrance to the restaurant. I nudge him playfully. “Hey, come on, if you keep ogling the place we’ll never get anywhere”

“Hmm?” He shook his head as of coming out of a daze “oh, right” he started toward the lobby, and we walked up to the reception desk. “Hi, welcome, you’re checking in right, can I get your names please? The receptionist greeted with a faux mechanical tone. We gave her our names, got our keycard, and headed up to our room on the top floor. The elevator ride was smoother than I expected, almost relaxing in a way. I could get lost in the hum of the elevator and the sway of the upward movement. I wouldn’t even mind if I stayed lost in it forever. I yawned as I stepped off, noticing Caleb rubbing his eyes next to me. “All that traveling must have made us tired” Caleb says. I remember the way he stared at that flower earlier.

“Maybe”. Our conversation is interrupted by an abrupt jolt of someone running into us. They seemed to be another guest from the look of their sundress and hot pink sunglasses.

“Oh. Sorry” she giggled in a childish high pitched voice, swaying while Caleb helped her back to her feet.

“No worries” he said with a polite grin. She stumbled as she walked away. Once she was out of earshot he whispered “I wonder what that was about”

“Maybe she is just drunk or something?” I wonder

“Must be” he shrugs. We continue our path down the hallway into our room. it looks like it could belong to royalty if it weren’t for the distinctly hotel-esque arrangement. After a long day of travel we wanted nothing more than to stay in and sleep, but knew we needed to get food. We order room service and settle in for movie we used to watch together all the time before getting married and before conflicting schedules had us separated for most of the day. “This is nice” he starts, taking my hand in a gentle way only he seemed capable of. “All of this, just being with you”

“Stop being so sappy,” I smirk, it’s hard to tell who pulls who into a hug first. I barely even noticed that we fell asleep buried in each-others arms until a knock at the door startled us awake

“Hello, you must be Caleb and Veronica, pleasure to meet you, I’m Lionel the owner, I was just wondering how your settling in”

“We just weren’t expecting you, do you check on everyone here? I ask. “it’s customary to check on your guests once in a while at least, makes the experience more personal” he said, looking at me as if I just had failed a test of some kind. I noticed Caleb get that look is his eyes again. I nudge him softly. “thank you, but we’re doing fine” he says.

Lionel pauses. “Mmh, well I'm glad, I won’t keep you any longer, enjoy your stay” he turns out the door slowly. His exit releasing a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I turn to Caleb

“whats going on, you got that look again?” I exclaim.

he looks genuinly confused. “What look?”

“You get all dazed, and start staring at nothing, you seriously didn’t notice when you did it earlier?” Caleb pauses for a moment before slowly shaking his head. “Something’s wrong here” I state. “it could be nothing” Caleb argues.

I pause , “You’re right” au concede

Caleb glances up and down at me, grabbing my hands. “If you want to leave we can, we’ll leave our stuff to make it look like we’re here then leave.

“Thank you” I hug him “Good plan” we grab our phones and open the heavy door as quietly as possible, checking behind our shoulders on the way to the elevator. We almost approach before a housekeeper spots us, beaming on the way over.

“Hi, I’m Mariah, you’re in room 493 right, I did that one” she giggles proudly, with that same high pitched squeal the woman who bumped into us had.

“thats great, we really appreciate it,” I force out.

basically her Batman traits are autism and trauma

. She talks early, but not too early. Martha and Thomas notices that Brooke can sense things other children can’t. Even though she’s a baby she picks up on when they’re sad or angry, and gives this look like she understands whats happening perfectly.

. By age 2 she has really bad separation anxiety

. Martha and Thomas can’t even leave the room for a few minutes without little feet toddling after them. Even when Alfred tries to reassure her they’ll be back shes still really nervous until she sees them.

.They get concerned so they take Brooke to a child psych who says it’s normal and she’ll grow out of it in a year or two. She doesn’t

.by the times she four she has sensory issues nobody names yet. She only eats certain foods, loud sounds make her upset, she doesn’t like being touched much, etc.

. preschool teachers say Brooke doesn't communicate all the time when really shes just to overwhelmed to be able to.

. While other kids are making friends and hanging out together 5yr old Brooke is reading in the corner wishing she could play with the mr potato head toy in the bin but is too nervous to ask anyone.

.shes also incredibly sensitive, not only to the news, despite being to young to understand it fully, but everything else too.

. When shes six she hears a sad song in school and bursts into sobs worrying her parents are dead. It takes Martha coming with her to school the next day to make her feel better.

.She asks them to promise they’ll never die, but then 2 years later they do.

. The blanket the police officer gives her can’t drown out the weight of her grief. Rocking herself the best attempt at soothing she can do until Alfred shows up.

. The rest of elementary school is harder after that.

. any slight change in plan throws Brooke into absolute panic, routines become even more rigid and specific, routines around food, bathing, etc.

. Teachers love her and she’s always got good grades but even they notice she gets upset if she doesn’t get to do what she wants to.

. Middle school it’s even worse.

. Other kids notice Brooke is different, to quiet, to emotional, etc, so they pick on her.

. when Alfred finds out he pulls her out of school and attempts homeschool, which fails drastically because without the structure Brooke falls apart.

.by high school Brooke comes home exhausted everyday despite not speaking to anyone.

. when Alfred asks how school was she gives a short “Fine” before laying in bed in pure silence for hours because she needs to decompress from all the noise.

She ends up becoming extremely interested in true crime and forensics because those follow rules and patterns the world around her doesn’t

. she used to sit with a group at lunch everyday until they changed spots without telling her.

. A stubborn streak took hold of her and she sat there everyday for the rest of high school.

*Based on a dream I had*

. Whumpee and carewhumpee are married

. They arrive at a hotel their staying at together and meet other people staying there too.

. Slowly they start to notice something off, the people around them acting incredibly out of it, the staff's focus on them, etc.

. They try to leave but are forced back every time.

.During one escape attempt carewhumper is caught and taken by whumper, seperated from whumpee.

.Whumpee, stubborn and even more determined, goes to find them and discovers carewhumpers end up just like everyone else, noting the change as they ride the elevator back to their floor.

. Desperate Whumpee attempts escape again, now the only one not hypnotized like everyone else, which motivates whumper to try harder to make them be.

. Sad and scared, Whumpee is able to sneak back to the elevator and makes it down to the first floor while whumpers looking for them, hiding behind one of the pillars.

.whumper comes into the room while whumpee is sleeping to run a test or something maybe via needle

. they are just about to do it already prepared needle in hand when whumpee wakes up bleary eyes and dazed

. Whumpee only vaguely hears what whumpers saying and is to disoriented to respond as they take time to piece together whats happening,

. Whumpee becomes very scared and still very out of it so they start just sobbing much to whumpers annoyance

. Maybe whumper tries but gives up the test or whatever because of how annoyed they are allowing Whumpee to fall back to sleep

-caretaker having to spend hours begging anyone who would listen to help whumpee

staying up anxiously because whumpee is getting paler and sicker and sleeping more and more

hearing whumpee's pained whimpers in sleep and wanting to do anything to help

caretaker having to watch whumpee stare at a wall all day because they lost the energy/ability to do the stuff they love

Having to help whumpee with everything cause they can barely move by themself

eventually after days or weeks of fighting, begging anyone to help, whumpee finally gets to go to the hospital

the hospital has to do several emergency surgeries which force whumpee to spend even longer in pain

caretaker is so upset, scared, etc, but at least whumpee is getting more color back and slowly getting back into things they liked and at least the tv is on now instead of nothing but silence.

Whumpee, who's terrified of needles, is being hypnotized by either caretaker or carewhumper while being given one.

If it's caretaker the needle is being given to them to help them, maybe hospital care after whatever they've been through, and caretaker thinks its the best option to help whumpee calm down, especially if they developed the fear because of whumper. Though they don't genuinely enjoy it and will only do it if they feel it's necessary to prevent whumpee from melting down.

Something I think has whump potential is the idea of just getting so used to saying yes to requests that it becomes automatic.

Imagine whumpee in an ordinary environment where they have to say yes to requests all day, to the point that outside of that environment, they slowly start saying yes to things too. It might start with simple stuff they would have already said yes to anyway, but then, as it becomes more instinctual, the tasks might change to the point that they could either become a completely different person, or the tasks stay the same and they become almost robotic in saying yes that their completely at the whim of whoever is telling them to do something.

This could be corporate whump where their boss/manager, whoever is the one giving the tasks, and they're the new assistant, and potentially get made fun of by other employees for being the boss's pet or whatever, which they didn't realize was happening. Or someone like their friend or partner could be the one giving requests that they become unable to refuse, and they become whoever their friend/partner wants them to be, just by being completely obedient to them.