The Whumpee Didn’t Know How Much Longer They Could Endure- For Now They Still Had The Spirit To Snap

A Rope That Could Never Be Removed

Content: Scars, Death Scare, Shitty Teammate, Caretaker x Whumpee (maybe? idk)

@whumperofworlds told me to write this after I came up with some scraps of an idea, so here we are. I'm much better at concepts, ideas and frameworks than I am at actually writing so it's not great, but I hope it's still enjoyable.

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Caretaker rushed into the cell, breathing heavily. Looking around frantically, they spotted Whumpee, a crumpled figure in the corner. Dropping to the floor, they cradled Whumpee’s limp, lifeless form in their arms. 

“Hey, Whumpee? H-hey. You’re okay. We’ve-we’ve got you.”

Whumpee didn’t respond. 

Brushing Whumpee’s ratty hair out of their face, Caretaker desperately tried to spot signs of life. Eyes flitting beneath their lids, a small twitch of their nose, anything. But there was nothing. Panicking, Caretaker shifted, moving the ropes wrapped around Whumpee’s neck to the side, and, far too easily, lifted Whumpee until their ear was against Whumpee’s chest.

“Nonononono. C’mon, c’mon. Please-please be okay. Please.”

There. There. A heartbeat. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but there. Whumpee was alive. Thank fuck. Sighing, Caretaker slumped back with relief, then gently caressed Whumpee’s cheek. 

“Hey… Whumpee?”

Whumpee shifted slightly, then whimpered. Their eyes fluttered open, tiredly glancing around before locking onto Caretaker’s face. A tiny, weak smile slowly appeared on their grimy, bruised face. Whumpee tried to speak, but could only manage a sputtering, gravelly cough.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re okay, baby. Don’t speak, save your voice. We’re-we’re gonna get you out of here.” Caretaker murmured softly to Whumpee, reassuring them.

“Let’s-let’s get these ropes off you.”

As Caretaker struggled with Whumpee’s bonds, Teammate slinked into the cell.

“Hey hey. Whumper’s taken care of, Caretaker. We’re all clear.” they said, peering over Caretaker’s shoulder at Whumpee.

Caretaker had already managed to get the ropes off Whumpee’s neck and ankles, and were working at the bonds around their wrists.

Frowning, Teammate scoffed. “Really? Look at that. No injuries, no nothin’. We went through all this trouble to save someone that didn’t even bother fighting back? Not worth it.”

Caretaker blanched, horrified. “Stop it, Teammate.” As they worked the last of the rope off Whumpee’s wrists, they continued to admonish Teammate. “How could you say something like that? They’ve been through–”

Caretaker trailed off, and Teammate gasped, as the ropes fell off Whumpee’s wrists. As the two finally took a good look at Whumpee, they realised that Whumpee did fight back. The scars proved it. 

From the old, smooth, rubbery scars that twined around their ankles to the gnarled, knotted scars that marred their forearms, it was clear Whumpee had fought. They had struggled against their restraints, tugging, pulling, twisting, trying to get the ropes off.

And now, even after they had been removed, everyone would forever be reminded of the horrors Whumpee had gone through. The scars on their ankles and wrists could be concealed, but the thick, silvery, twisted scar that encircled their neck was too visible. A permanent mark of Whumper’s possession.

A rope that could never be removed.

*Whump Fever Prompts*

COMMENT YOUR FAVORITE

“I’m freezing.”

“You’re burning up.”

“You feel warm.”

“Your eyes are glassy. Are you sure you feel alright?”

“You’re shivering.”

“I think I might be sick.”

“You’re not thinking clearly right now.”

“He didn’t mean it. He’s not thinking straight.”

“You can’t possibly be thinking of going to work like this.”

“Your shirt is soaked.”

“You really need to keep this Tylenol down.”

“We have to get you some help. Something’s really wrong.”

“My head is burning.”

Some shots of my story planning notebook....

I ended up mixing two different languages while writing lol

The whumper couldn’t believe that they managed to capture someone like the whumpee- a powerful being that was once thought to be unstoppable. There they were now, chained and broken, at the whumper’s mercy, and the whumper loved to show them off to anyone who opposed them.

whumpee surrendering themselves to something they don't want to do, something they know will hurt them, because there is no other alternative. perhaps it's their only way out of a sticky situation. perhaps the threat of whumper punishing them is more than enough to make them comply. either way, they have to fight against their own instincts, their own desires, their own dignity, in order to give themselves up to the torment. it's like a swine walking into a slaughterhouse; a death march.

bonus if whumpee is usually very defiant and self-assured, even if the face of danger. what possibly could've broken their spirit bad enough to make them behave like this?

Whumpril Prompt #3

Shame

TW: chained, gagged, taunting

“You don’t deserve it.”

Whumpee stared defiantly into whumpers eyes, pushing back the embarrassment they could feel bubbling up into their stomach.

Whumpee was chained down to the ground so they were forced to kneel. They had been chained there for days. Their knees were rubbed completely raw from shifting to find a better position, and their wrists were red and swollen from the chain. They hadn’t eaten in as many days.

Whumper stood over them, holding a piece of food high in the air where Whumpee couldn’t reach it.

“You don’t deserve it,” whumper said again. “Tell me why you think you deserve it.”

Whumpee gritted their teeth. “Because I’ve been chained here for days, and if you want to keep torturing me then I need to have the energy.” Whumpee was lying, and whumper could tell.

“Oh, I know you could do a lot better, Princess. That wasn’t nearly convincing enough. Why do you deserve it?”

Normally, Whumpee wouldn’t try to be so defiant. But whumper had just captured caretaker, and they were chained to the wall a few feet away, watching the whole scene. “Just give me the food,” they growled.

Whumper laughed with his teeth. “Oh no, you know better than that! You know what I’m looking for. Beg.”

Heat rose to whumpees cheeks. They could feel their stomach growling at the sight of the food. Caretaker thrashed against the chains holding them. Their mouth was bound, so they couldn’t say anything. Their eyes were wide, as if they were trying to tell Whumpee something, but Whumpee just couldn’t understand. They were so tired.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll sweeten the pot. I’ll give you the food, ungag caretaker, and let you sleep. All you have to do is one simple thing. Beg for me.” Whumper dangled the food in the air tauntingly.

“Please give me the food.” Whumpee made their voice sound as bored as possible.

“Oh dear, Princess, you’re losing your manners! What kind of a beg was that? Try again,” Whumper sneered.

Whumpee’s face was beet red. They looked down. “Please can I have the food?” They whispered.

Whumper grinned wider. “Look me in the eye.”

Whumpee looked up. Whumper’s smiles was so big they could see every tooth. Shame coursed through their body. “Please may I have the food?”

Tears started to spring to their eyes in their embarrassment.

“Oh, why of course! Why didn’t you say so?” Whumper tossed the food in front of them, but whumpees hands were still chained. They looked up at Whumpee.

“Well aren’t you going to eat it? You asked so nicely.”

Somehow, whumpee’s face got even pinker as they realized what whumper wanted them to do. They leaned forward slowly, and ate off of the floor.

The whumpee was arrogant and far too confident for their own good, believing themselves to be practically unstoppable, until they crossed the whumper. The whumper had no trouble breaking the whumpee down, making escape a far away dream and giving them more scars than the whumpee could event count. All the while the whumper treated torturing the whumpee like business as usual, after all, they just wanted to see if the whumpee was all talk- and they were.

“Get away from me.”

“We don’t mean any harm.”

“I didn’t ask if you meant any harm. I told you to get the hell away from me.”

I just need a character who's so exhausted/injured and so relieved to see a loved one and they go in for a hug and just crumple against the other person, passing out in their arms, that would fix me

The whumpee was known as a rough and calloused person that nobody wanted to willingly interact with, and most people assumed that they had always been like that. It’s only the caretaker that’s allowed to see them breaking down, waking up from nightmares and allowed to see the plethora of scars left behind by the whumper.