Caretaker Moves A Little Too Quickly Or Brings Their Hand Just A Little Too Close To Whumpees Face.

painful maintenance. robot whumpees who are too scared to tell anyone what hurts because they don't want to be taken apart again. they don't want the restraints, the forced shutdowns, the pain, it hurts so much--until there's so many errors in their vision, they can't stay on their feet any longer.

coughing up blood trope but the blood is a different color than it's supposed to be send post

Whumper dragging a screaming, crying, begging Whumpee and mercilessly throwing them at the feet of Someone Worse™

That'll teach Whumpee exactly how good they have it with Whumper, they'll be so nice and docile for them once they are back *home*

A Whumpee who has spent their entire life under the control of another, without any autonomy or independence.

One day, after their rescue, they finally realize that they now *do* have autonomy, and that the others in their life respect that. They have independence, they can do whatever the fuck they want, they don't need permission anymore.

And that feels... weird. Surreal. Freeing. Confusing.

They're just holding this revelation in their hands like "What is this? What do I do with it?"

Tropes part 5

Whumpee’s responses to pain

TW: it's written with captive whump in mind, mentions of torture, restrains, escape, sadistic whumper

Flight: their body wants them to be the furthest they can from the source of pain, not stopping to think rationally about it

They are backed against the wall and cannot go any further, yet they try to, maybe if they are brave enough they might try to run to the side

Looking to the side, avoiding eye contact, closing their eyes, when they can't run physically they try to distance themselves mentally

Twitching and jerking back their body away from the Whumper, they want to be good and stay still but the movement is instinctual

Fight: their first reaction is throwing a punch, kicking or biting, they are more resilient and harder to break

They are trying to hit anything that caused them pain, it doesn’t bode well for the future, and they only earn themselves more punishments

The Whumper using more restrains, muzzles for biting, tighter restrictions, leather bonds instead of rope or chain because the Whumpee is always unnecessarily struggling and get themselves bruised by their bonds

When broken, the Whumpee still has the instinct to fight but after doing so they cover and apologize, explaining that they didn’t mean to

Freeze: faced with pain their body doesn’t move, even if they want to run or fight it just freezes

Their muscles tense up and every sensation seems so much worse, however it’s so hard to relax

The Whumpee managed to escape yet when they hear the Whumper behind them, they freeze, they beg their body to run, to do anything, yet they just stand there 

They freeze up when ordered to do anything painful or dangerous, which will just bring a punishment upon them and even more harm

Fawn: on the front of their mind is keeping the Whumper happy, they will obey and are the easiest to train

They focus on the Whumper, looking for any reaction to their action, hesitating and waiting for orders, too scared to do anything wrong when acting out of their own volition

The Whumpee having a list of specific rules that they got out of their punishments, they keep their every offense in mind reminding themselves to not accidentally commit it again

When the order results in their pain they panic, they want to appease the Whumper but are scared of being hurt

Beg: they are not used to any physical reaction, they run their mouth trying to use the words to somehow get out of the painful situation

Panicking when gagged, they just got deprived of their defense mechanism, and it's so much worse than just being harmed

The hardest order to obey is ‘not taking without permission’, they swallow their words, every second reminding themselves to not react

The Whumper ordering them to beg for mercy, and they do just that, but the action was meaningless from the start, Whumper wanted to hurt them and hearing them beg was just a nice addition

(I couldn't find a word starting with F for begging, sorry)

"God. Fuck. Please don't d- Please stop-"

"Hm?"

The Doctor makes an incision. Precise. Sharp. The skin feels so impossibly thin. So easy to reach under. It's like drawing on paper.

"Jesus christ- Jesus fucking christ- Oh god-"

The Doctor reaches in. Rubber gloves against raw flesh, forearms covered in fresh blood. What a horrible texture.

The Patient is heaving in shock. On the inclined bed, he has no other choice but to look right at the wound gaping across his stomach. It moves with each gasp for air. Like a mouth. An orifice that was always meant to be there, moving in rhythm with the rest of the body.

"I forgot to get the retractors. But I reckon you could do the job, no?"

"What?"

"I'm going to loosen the restraints on your hands, so you can reach it."

"What-"

The Patient asks again, barely hearing the words over his own hitched breathing. The Doctor grabs his two wrists - completely unbothered by the blood smearing on them - and positions his hands over the wound.

"Hold that open for me, will you?"

His fingers are guided in place, forced to dig deep, while his arms are pulled apart slowly. Bright red viscera beneath the freshly opened layers. Like it has always wanted to be seen, glistening under the light.

"No, no, no- no, please don't- please I'm-"

"Sshh. Just hold it there. Keep it open."

"No- no- I can't-"

Not feeling the pain might even be more terrifying. Only the view remains. And the sounds. The stomach-turning smell of his own blood. His fingers, clamped in place by complete shock. And the growing cold, slowly seeping into his whole trembling body.

kind of a big fan of throwing characters into a cage. also they're branded and tied up. but their eyes are you know, feral and they're going to snap at any second

everytime im feeling down i just rewatch this exact bit and bam... ugh immaculate whumperflies

"You don't have to feel this way anymore," the whumper cooed, holding the whumpee's head in their hands.

The whumpee whimpered softly, weakly struggling against their captor's grip, hands tied tightly behind their back.

"Tell me what I need to know," the whumper stroked their thumb across the whumpee's cheek, "I don't want to hurt you."

Tears trickled down the whumpee's face, "you... you're lying."

The whumpee stared back at them, eyes unblinking, "You're smart."