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Caretaker's Friend

Whumpee being rescued and brought home with Caretaker to try to recover. Only for Caretaker to leave Whumpee in the hands of a friend for a while who only makes their recovery harder.

~2800 words

cw: past forced starvation mentioned/ past forced isolation mentioned/ past violence mentioned

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Whumpee’s recovery, by all of Caretaker’s standards, was going great.

They’re making progress. They’re doing so well in fact!

Both Whumpee and Caretaker had fallen into a healthy day-to-day routine where Whumpee is moving forward. Not, of course, without a few missteps, but all in all they’re doing great! They still can’t be alone for long periods of time. Too much solitude still terrifies them, makes it so their mind plays tricks on them—makes it so it feels like Whumper is leaving them in that dark pit, alone and cold and wet and starving as a punishment again.

So when Caretaker is called away for something they cannot possibly get out of, despite their best efforts, they are forced to leave Whumpee with a trusted friend. A friend of theirs that Whumpee had met a time or two before the whumping even! A friend they’ve met again plenty of times with Caretaker after. Caretaker trusts them and even Whumpee seemed to be only a bit wary of them after getting to know them more. Much better than the absolute terror of having someone new come into their home, at the very least!

Surely Whumpee and Caretaker’s Friend (CF) were going to be alright for just a week together! They both agreed. They could do it! They would be fine!

Plus, Whumpee was doing so great and being so independent, even if they just needed another’s presence to fend off Whumper’s solitude. CF could provide that presence and perhaps help in case Whumpee had any difficulties or setbacks. Just until Caretaker returned!

Just a few days!

And day one went off without any major hitches. CF wasn’t used to Caretaker and Whumpee’s routine, so of course the going wasn’t as smooth as when Caretaker was there, but it was still fine. CF didn’t always seem as willing to help Whumpee with the small things like Caretaker either, so Whumpee found themself trying their best to be more independent. That’s a good thing though! Right? Independence again!

Maybe they didn't need to have Caretaker there all the time anymore. They were handling this! Perhaps they were a little more anxious, but they're getting through it! If only it didn't remind them of Whumper, but those are just memories. Nothing real... anymore.

But then on day two, CF seemed a bit more standoffish and annoyed, especially when Whumpee was having a bit of an unresponsive panic attack after CF had come up on them a bit too silently.

Whumpee had been concentrating hard on a small craft—crafts, Caretaker had said, were a great way to keep their mind off things and something to bring them joy and accomplishment!— when CF had come behind them and grabbed the pair of their safety scissors to cut a small string off their own clothes that had come unraveled.

Whumpee, of course, hadn’t heard them approach, though they knew Caretaker had warned CF not to come up on their back without a verbal warning (surely CF just forgot!), so when a sudden figure behind them grabbed the scissors of all things, Whumpee couldn’t help but imagine the terrible things Whumper could have and would have done with those scissors. (After countless nights of pain from other such sharp things, scissors weren’t a far stretch to imagine in the hands of Whumper.)

This, of course, sends Whumpee into a state. Panicking and hyperventilating and sobbing that they were sorry and not to hurt them, despite anything CF said to counter the idea that they would.

“Oh, come now! I wasn’t going to hurt you.” “You know you’re not with Whumper anymore. This is Caretaker’s house!” “What could I even do with safety scissors anyway?!" "I'd really have to put effort into it if I was going to hurt you. I could barely cut you if I even tried!" CF tried to calm them, but hearing Whumper’s name like that (another thing Caretaker had warned them not to speak of that CF surely just forgot in their haste to try to settle them) and the reminder of how easily mundane things could be used to hurt them if someone wanted to only made it worse.

CF sounded so exasperated by Whumpee’s panic the longer it went on that Whumpee could only think about how bad they were being. A burden. How annoyed CF was that they wouldn’t—couldn’t— calm themself down.

They were unsettled the rest of the day after they managed to pull themself out of it. They found themself needing CF’s presence more than usual. CF accommodated them, but seemed to do so begrudgingly. (Whumpee understood. After all, they had just been so independent the day before! How frustrating it was to CF that they seemed to be going backwards.)

Whumpee awoke with a start in the dead of night that night to their own screaming. They jolted up and nearly threw themself off the bed. They must have kicked their blankets off themself during the night in their dream. A chill ran down their spine and they started to shiver.

It was no dream. It was a nightmare. A nightmare of being back in Whumper’s grasp. With a pair of safety scissors cutting into their skin so easily. A nightmare that left their nerves frayed and them sobbing and terrified.

CF comes in to see them and Whumpee is thankful for the presence that could scare away the loneliness that was creeping in and for someone who wasn’t Whumper—who now seemed to linger at the edges of their mind after the nightmare. Their door swinging open the rest of the way to see the other familiar person brought Whumpee a sigh of relief.

“CF, I—”

“You woke me up!" Whumpee started at CF's tone, sitting up straighter and clasping their hand behind them. How Whumper had always wanted them when they were angry. Because CF was clearly angry. "I’d just fallen asleep on that shitty slab of concrete Caretaker calls a mattress when you start screaming and woke me up! I thought Caretaker said you were getting better. If I’d known you were so needy still, I’d never have accepted babysitting their charity case. God! Stop your sniveling and go to sleep! It was just a damn dream!”

CF’s narrowed eyes pierced through them and Whumpee found themself swallowing down their sobs even as their tears flowed freely. It was unfortunately very easy for them to do. Whumper hated when they cried loudly after any of their punishments. (It was obnoxious for something they had deserved for being bad! It was their own fault they had been punished 'so stop your sniveling!') So Whumpee had trained themself to keep quiet. It was so easy to fall back into that habit. To stop the sniveling like Whumper wanted them too. (Whumpee may have forgotten that Caretaker has never wanted them to keep their feelings bottled up and that they hated when Whumpee didn’t let out their cries, as loud as they needed to be, no matter the time of night.)

Whumpee tried not to let the whimper out that they felt build in their chest when CF left, shutting their door with a slam. Whumpee never shut their door all the way, feeling too trapped and isolated if they did. Then CF turned off the hall light that filtered under Whumpee's door frame as they made their way back to their own room, bathing Whumpee in complete darkness. The same light that Caretaker always left on so that Whumpee would never be without some light, knowing they were terrified of the dark.

Whumpee didn't sleep again that night.

Days three and four were much more difficult. Whumpee tried to stay away from CF as to not annoy them by being so needy again. That, of course, did no favors to their mental state. Solitude in any capacity was difficult. Now so more than before after the rough day (and night) they'd just had. But it was easier if Whumpee self-isolated so that CF could be happy with them. After all, they hadn’t asked to take in Whumpee! They were doing Caretaker a favor. They didn’t deserve to be annoyed like this! They were doing them both a favor. The least Whumpee could do was try their hardest!

Unfortunately it seemed CF was always in the kitchen. So, in attempt to keep away from CF, Whumpee kept putting off eating until they weren't. They could wait just a little longer! Surely CF wouldn't be there for too much longer, right? But -oh.. CF was sitting in the small, cozy breakfast nook in the kitchen now. It looks like they were reading. Perhaps they will be done soon and Whumpee could get food after.

They were making popcorn now? Another snack? Okay. Maybe a little longer.

But now its nighttime. Surely CF wouldn't appreciate being woken up again by Whumpee messing around in the kitchen so late at night. Maybe tomorrow morning..? Unless of course CF was making coffee again...

Every time Whumpee would make their way to the kitchen, CF was there. Either making food or eating a snack or reading at the breakfast nook or walking in right after them to do any of those things, forcing Whumpee to turn around and walk right back out in order to stay out of their way. They've been starved for days before with Whumper. They can wait just a little bit longer. A day and a half was nothing they couldn't handle.

And right as Whumpee was coming down the stairs a little later to check to see if CF was still in the kitchen, they tripped and fell the last few steps to the floor. It was an accident- they promise! CF had come running in wondering what the racket was.

"No-nothing! I promise! I just... I just fell down the steps a little. I'm fine! It's nothing! An accident..."

"Are you hurt?"

"N..No. Just.. maybe it'll just bruise a little. But... but its fine."

"Thank goodness!" Whumpee sighed in relief at CF's clear relief. At least they weren't angry they had fallen and- "If Caretaker knew you got hurt while I was watching you, I'd be in so much trouble." -oh.

They supposed that was true. If Whumpee had gotten badly hurt, it would likely strain CF and Caretaker's friendship. Caretaker trusted CF. They wouldn't be happy if Whumpee managed to hurt themself during CF's watch. It would be their fault if Caretaker had gotten upset at CF...

CF shook their head with a roll of their eyes and made their way back from where they'd come. The kitchen.

Whumpee sighed and limped back up the stairs on the ankle that would surely stop hurting once they slept if off.

That night, the fourth night, was another difficult one. With Whumpee's stomach growling at them and their body stiff and sore and bruised, they couldn't help but feel a bit like they did when they were with Whumper. They weren't with Whumper, of course! They knew that...

But...

But it was getting harder to remember as their ankle throbbed and their stomach grew hungrier and the night grew darker. Everything felt much too... painful to be with Caretaker still. Too similar to when Whumper had them.

Oh god... what if their head was playing tricks on them. Caretaker never let them go to bed hungry. And Caretaker never left them go to bed alone if they had a panic attack or left them without patching them up if they accidentally hurt themself.

Maybe...

Maybe Whumper found them again? It wouldn't have been the first time their mind played tricks on them, thinking they were back with Caretaker in happier times only to wake where they had passed out (or been knocked out) on the floor and find themself beaten and bruised and starving and alone.

Oh god, they were alone again, weren’t they? They... Caretaker wasn't here. Whumper... Whumper had found them! They must have. That's why they were alone and scared and in pain and in the dark and starving.

Whumpee hugged themself tighter, pulling their legs closer to their chest (and ignoring the throbbing still in lingering in their ankle), unwilling to touch or feel the grimy, cold, damp edges of that damned pit they were surely trapped in again.

Whumper’s pit.

Dark and cold and alone.

God, it really was Whumper again, wasn’t it?

They were taken from Caretaker again! They... they-.. No. Wait-

A memory filtered into Whumpee’s head. A recent memory… of Caretaker leaving them. Of the door shutting behind them without ever looking back at Whumpee. Of Caretaker leaving them with... someone else.

Caretaker left them. They left them! They left them and gave them to Whumper, didn't they? They were finally annoyed by how needy they were. How annoying and clingy they were. With how loud they were with their sniveling all the time. By how often they had to cook them food or to feed them out of Caretaker's own pocket.

Whumpee let out a tearful sob, but they quickly hushed themself. What if Whumper heard?! If they were caught crying again they’d be forced to stay even longer in this pit. In the dark. All alone.

“Whumpee! CF! I’m home!” Caretaker called gently into the home after they managed to finally get the key in the lock. It was dark. Usually Caretaker wouldn’t have been traveling at night, but it had already been five days since they’ve been home and they were antsy to see how CF and Whumpee handled themselves together.

Whumpee had been doing so well! They were curious to see if any more progress has been made in their absence.

“Welcome back, Caretaker,” CF came out of the kitchen with a smile, book in hand.

“Hi, CF! How’d it go?”

“Fine! No trouble at all!”

“Really? That's great to hear! Where’s Whumpee? In the kitchen?”

“No. I actually haven’t heard from them for a few days.” CF grinned happily, “They’ve been very independent. At first they were a bit nervous. Asked me for help and to stay near them all the time. They must have been missing you." CF nudged Caretaker's shocked form with their elbow. "But then they seemed to get better very quick! They barely came looking for me after. In fact, I only checked up on them one night when they had a nightmare. They’ve been calm and quiet ever since! You’ve really done very well with them, Caretaker. I was worried in the beginning when they were so clingy, but it turned out fine!” CF recounted their successful days here. Only after they finished their explanation did they notice that Caretaker wasn’t as happy about it as they were.

“Wait… so where is Whumpee?”

“Like I said, they’ve been very independent. They were doing that craft or whatever it was in their room a few days ago. I assume they’ve been working on it since.” CF shrugged.

“You- you haven’t seen them for a few days?” Caretaker was horrified now.

CF noticed their face was a little paler than usual. Traveling must have taken a toll on them.

“Nope. I know you said they were a lot more independent lately. I guess you were right!”

“In their room? By… by themself?!”

“Yes? Of course. Why? Is everything- whoa!” Caretaker pushed past CF. They ran up the stairs and down the hall, realizing with horror that the hall light was off.

“Whumpee!” Caretaker called as they reached Whumpee’s door. Whumpee’s closed door.

Caretaker scolded themself as they realized calling their name like that would only scare them worse.

“Whumpee, I’m coming in! Its just me! Its Caretaker, okay?”

They didn’t hear anything from other side of the door. That didn’t calm their fears.

“Caretaker, whats going on? I’m sure they’re fine. They’re probably just sleeping or something.” Caretaker didn’t even pay attention to what CF had said.

“Whumpee? I’m coming in!”

When they opened the door, they couldn’t see anything for a moment, the darkness too impenetrable. A darkness that Whumpee was still not okay with.

They flicked on the light only to lay eyes on Whumpee.

It took both Whumpee and Caretaker a moment to process what they were seeing.

Whumpee. Oh god, Whumpee!

Whumpee, who was curled into the center of the room into a tight ball. Their wide, wet eyes poked out from their arms that were poised over their head.

Then Whumpee flung into action.

"I-I'm s-sorry! I... I'm sorry! I'm sorry for m-making you so angry, Caretaker. Please forgive me! P-please don’t leave… Don’t leave me! Don't give me away to Whumper again. Please! P-Please! I’ll- I’ll do anything!”

Caretaker watched in horror as Whumpee threw themself onto the floor at their feet. Their knees hit hard enough that Caretaker heard the audible thump and could imagine the bruises that would form. Ones that took just as long to heal when Whumpee had first been rescued.

They could see the way Whumpee cried by the shaking of their shoulders, but they didn't hear a sound from them as they held it in with their head bowed to the floor.

Bowing to them.

"Pl-please d-do-don't m-make me go i-into the p-pit, Master. Please!"

"Whumpee, no-" Caretaker wasn't sure what to say as they were thrust back to memories of when Whumpee was first rescued.

Back to when Whumpee's mind was still thoroughly in Whumper's clutches.

Whumpee was back to square one.

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This one got away from me again. It wasn't meant to be this long but I kind of like it so here it is. Hope you enjoy!

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For those not in the know, this is one of the Amanita mushrooms referred to as a Destroying Angel. Never, ever, ever, ever forage with an app. Especially for mushrooms.

I haven't heard this in years

this crack AU is keeping me awake at night

im so tired of trying to fit into the little tiktok therian boxes like fym therians know their humans and just are spiritually animals… nope. not me loud loud LOUUD incorrect buzzer! i am a holothere/ambitherian i identify as a dog on all levels INCLUDING physical!!! yep kay thats it just needed to rant

Real

“what if kids identify with something and it ends up just being a phase-?” good. stop teaching and expecting kids (and adults honestly) to formulate permanent traits and ideas of themselves. everything in life is a phase. that doesn’t make it any less legitimate while you experience it. let people explore themselves and know it’s okay if what you think about yourself changes.

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THIS IS A POST ABOUT BEING OTHERKIN

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I do think it's kinda weird that the common response to "polyamorous people are oppressed" is laughter and ridicule. As if the societal status quo doesn't enforce monogamy, as if straying from monogamy isn't punished or treated badly, as if hatred of polyamory isn't always acted out with homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia and racism. I think it's funny that someone will be like "the nuclear family is bad" can see that society forces the concepts of straight/cis good but gay/trans bad, but can't for a second believe monogamy is part of all that. It's just very silly.