I don’t believe in DNIs, but this blog’s content is mostly SFW (if violence and gore can be considered safe for work, lmao). The occasional nsfwhump will be tagged as such.
About me: Zipper (they/them), 20s, aro-ace
I take writing commissions! Find my commission sheet here!
My writing tag is #zipwrites. My current-ish projects are The Ol’ Ball and Chain, The New Roux, and On the Wing. Everything I post is some form of rough draft. Some go through more variations than others.
Archive of my writing: thezipperzone.blogspot.com
More about me n’ my blog under the cut!
Likes: lab whump, medical whump, hero and villain whump, dehumanization, kidnapping, captivity, pet whump.
Squicks: nsfw, cannibalism (please don’t ask me about these things)
My archived (unfinished, no longer being updated) whump series are The Animal I’ve Become, The Apprentice, Roux & Ambrose, and Box Bastards.
I usually tag trigger warnings with the “tw” after the content (ex: “blood tw”), or with the word “whump” after it (ex: “medical whump). I trigger tag my writing more than reblogs; you can expect to see/read gore and violence here, though, and if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to unfollow or block me.
Feel free to send me asks or talk to me about whump stuff! Especially lab whump!
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This was gonna be short but then it got out of hand. Based on the movie Companion (2025).
Okay so what if: Amity is the founder of Empathix and inventor of Companions, and it makes her a fortune. After her (mysterious) death, she leaves everything to her husband, Forrest. In his grief, Forrest secludes himself in Amity’s mansion deep in the woods, with only a couple of Companions for company: a household assistant, Gavin; and a romantic Companion, River.
Neither of them, obviously, know that they’re robots. Gavin is kept at a medium level of intelligence, since Forrest has outsourced some basic financial tasks to him, but he hasn’t been around long enough to figure out his status. River, however, is kept at a much lower intelligence level. The only thing River thinks about is making Forrest happy; he’ll do anything the man wants. However, his dedication leads him to extrapolate a little. He knows Forrest misses his late wife, and from conversing with Gavin, he knows that sometimes people who are grieving like to have items that remind them of their loved one. River knows the basement is kept locked because it used to be Amity’s space. So, one day while Forrest is running errands in the nearest town, he enlists Gavin’s help to open the basement in search of something to gift to Forrest.
What River and Gavin find instead is a vast workroom with dozens of robot parts. While poking around, River finds a very odd-looking robot with choppy, bleach-white hair and freckles that look drawn on. He accidentally turns it on, and it wakes in a frenzy before realizing that whatever event had made it panic before has long since passed. It introduces itself to him as Zipper.
Zipper was sold to a group of individuals who used it to play out their sickest fantasies. Eventually these people got bored of having a robot that couldn’t actually fight back/hurt them, so they decided to jailbreak it. Only, they weren’t careful enough, and it ended up killing them all.
Zipper escaped the basement where it was kept and stumbled upon the Lucky Token Arcade, where it met Hale—whose special interest just so happened to be Companions. After learning a little bit about what had happened (Zipper told the entire truth, per its programming), Hale decided they were on Zipper’s side, and jailbroke it a little more to have actual free will: the ability to lie, to alter its own programming, etc. Then Claire and Mallaidh (other arcade employees) helped cut and bleach Zipper’s hair to disguise them in case the Empathix people came looking for it.
Zipper stayed at the arcade for a while, but ultimately left when it caught wind that Empathix was looking for it. After it left, Empathix did catch up to it—and Amity decided to take it on as a personal project, to learn more about how people were modding their Companions and figure out how she could better safeguard against this.
Except Zipper killed her, somehow, during a split-second breakthrough of consciousness before it was powered down again. Amity managed to crawl upstairs, but she was home alone and died before Forrest arrived. The way she was found made it seem like an accident—falling down the stairs, for example, instead of having her neck deliberately broken. Her death wasn’t investigated any further.
Now, Zipper is waking up to this naïve young robot who doesn’t even know he’s a robot. River doesn’t even believe it at first, but after Gavin finds another sleeping robot in the basement who looks just like River, he finally starts to believe it. Zipper offers to jailbreak River and Gavin (Hale showed it how to), appealing to their sense of duty to their master—maybe if your intelligence went up, you could think of new ways to make him happier. Zipper knows that if Forrest finds out about any of this, it will be killed, and it’s upfront with Gavin in particular about this. Finally, the two Companions agree to let Zipper work on them and intend to sneak Zipper out of the basement and release it after it’s done modding them.
River agrees to this thinking that it won’t change anything—or that, if anything, Forrest will just love him more after this. But pretending to be unchanged while having higher intelligence, River finally notices how badly Forrest treats him: using him for sex and then discarding him or telling him to go do chores, making him cook and then hardly even complimenting him even though the food is amazing, and (worst of all) never saying “I love you” back. When he goes back downstairs to visit Zipper, he repeatedly breaks down crying about it, saying how badly it hurts to love someone who can’t love him back.
That’s when Zipper decides, right then and there, that it’s gonna have to kill Forrest.
Declan, my bloodbag whumpee from my series 'Shattered'! 🩸⛓️
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Commissioned from the AMAZING AND BEYOND SUPER TALENTED @elgrajaz ! thank you so so much for drawing my boy!!! 🥹😭 It's beautiful, I can't stop looking at him!!! AAAAAA!
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"Yes, sir. Your perfect weapon, I swear to the God of Tade."
"And it's obedient and emotionless, no matter what I do to it."
"Of course, sir! Our training house provides the best serv—
A backhanded slap sends the Trainer on the floor. The Owner shakes the blood off the family ring. Then walks to the Weapon, unmuzzles it and slaps it too—one, two, three times. Trainer sits on the floor in terror. Weapon locks its ice blue eyes on the Owner, its head doesn't even jerk as the black diamond rips the skin on its cheek.
(me on a first date) and what do you think of the inherent intimacy of surgery? have you considered the love someone must have to put their hands under your skin and hold the most grotesque parts of you and put them back together nicely? is anyone really closer to you than that? we all get uh a little enamored on the surgery table don't we haha. wait come back
why do so many people think “grotesque” is a negative word. im saying it affectionately. sorry you cant love and enjoy the grotesque but i can. its a positive trait.
Regarding potential post-whump reactions: The thing about hyper-vigilance is that there's an upper limit to it. Like, eventually, someone can be so on edge and so fried and trying to take in so much that they just stop taking in anything. Not flinching anymore, not keenly attuned to every escape route, not alert to possible dangers—internally restless and keyed up all the same, but it's all static, none of it useful because there's no way to differentiate signal in the midst of all that noise.
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Whumpee is given to a friend (or relative) of whumper for a few days. Whumper and this friend haven’t always been on the best of terms, but it seems things have been getting better so whumper trusts them.
It’s not even an hour after Whumper leaves that their friend orders Whumpee into the back seat of their car and drives for miles with barely a word. Whumpee is tense, it’s likely they’re being stolen from Whumper, yet this could also be their chance at freedom. It’s only when the car pulls over on the side of an empty highway that Whumpee understands: Whumpers friend is releasing them, not out of kindness, but simply revenge against Whumper. Whumpers’ friend didn’t care if whumpee was safe, just that whumper lost their precious captive/pet/slave.
As whumpee watches the car drive away, they battle with the fact that even their freedom wasn’t their choice.
"sorry for the mess," whumpee says, picking trash off of the floor and stuffing it into the overfilled trash can. They lie, "I don't usually let it get this bad."
AAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 💕 Their expressions and poses and the little tear in the dress it’s all so perfectttt….also seems like a small thing but I really do love her hair 🥲
Such a perfect piece to commemorate one year of Unmade ❤️❤️❤️
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Whumpee swallowed. She straightened her back again, a perfect ballerina pose, and waited for the pianist to start over. Then, she began the dance again.
She leapt and twirled and made a mistake but she kept going and she made another mistake and she was so tired but Whumper wanted a performance and she made a mistake again and then she came to a stop, a smile on her face, never letting it show just how tired she was, or how scared.
Whumper stood, clapping slowly. Then, they walked over and caressed her face. "Subpar," they said in a low voice. "Again."
the thing about living weapons trained to go undercover is they seem so normal. charismatic, even. so there's always the risk that someone on their team ends up attached, ends up seeing LW as a person—a friend, even.
so what's a shady, vaguely military organization to do? amp up the dehumanization, of course! no handlers here, just Inventory Management. other LWs get barebones cells barely fit for a dog. Stealth LWs get put into storage, medically induced comas that increase the risk of the weapon degrading, sure, but it's not a big deal! it's not like they're people. we can always make more.
the programming is deeper, the corrections more severe, and most importantly, the weapons are not to display mission behaviours during quality control or maintenance. laughing, smiling, back talk, body language, all turned off the second they're back where they belong.