This is a whump blog, know that I am 18+ and sometimes this will be too, I do my best to tag that sort of stuff, do with that what you will my dudes. I have no triggers or squicks. The more brutal the better!
Whumpee's scream goes down to a whine, ending in a stuttering breath. Everything is so hazy, their head is bleeding and spinning and whumper know where to press to make even restraining whumpee hurt. They feel whumper digging their fingers into the fresh knife wound, they know whumper isn't in the habit of leaving witnesses. They dont expect to walk away from this. But Whumper's hissing laughter cuts off in an uncharacteristic rush. Theyre listening, after a moment whumpee hears it too.
Rumbling, like an earthquake is making the building just as terrifed as whumpee. But it grows closer and whumpee fully recognizes it for what it is, a beastial snarling that makes the very ground writhe with fear. Its sharp and horrifying and when whumpee hears it all the terror and tension leaves their muscles. They go slack against whumper's hold, because it doesnt matter anymore.
It emerges out of the darkened hall behind whumper, the sorce of the bone deep growling. Whumpee sees it first and their fear melts away amidst the sound. Its like someone infused a tanker engine with a demon of wrath, and to whumpee it sounds like home.
Whumper finally notices where whumpee is looking and turns. Whumper can no longer move, its their turn for muscles to lock up in bitter terror as their body refuses to even breathe for fear of upsetting what is before them. They try to stammer something but before theyre able to put a saddle on their tongue the monster speaks.
"Get your hands off of them."
Caretaker's words hit whumper like a demand from god and whumpee is dropped to the floor amidst the blood puddles.
need That character absolutely delirious with fear. recoiling from everything. unable to parse what's happening around them, their mind stuck in fight or flight. shaking and hyperventilating. completely unconsolable even as they're wrapped in a crushing hug.
The broken ribs bursting through the skin on their back. If you want your whumpee to live they probably can't be a stock human. Cause they need to be able to handle: internal bleeding, internal trauma, pierced chest wall, defo a collapsed lung, probably more (im not a medical professional in any way im just having fun here)
But just imagine it! The second hand trauma you get to put on caretaker!
Caretaker finally spots whumpee whos stumbling, bracing themselves on a wall. Caretaker rushes to them just as they're about to fall, catching them. The relief is borderline suffocating as caretaker fumbles through their words just as whumpe hacks blood and begins to collapse.
Caretaker helps the decent to their knees go easily, but when whumpee doubles over in agony, unable to even cry properly caretaker finally sees their back. The icy cold fingers of terror absolutely crush the air out of caretaker and their body completely forgets how to breathe for a beat.
For a moment caretaker mistake the claw looking protrusions for something that was stabbed into them. Its only as they kept looking that they realize these things have stabbed out of whumpee.
From here it may pay to have a more experienced team member show up to snap them out of it, or perhaps whumpee manages caretaker's name. Or most gut wrenching of all they wheeze just one word.
Its a miracle that caretaker hears it past the sea of roaring fear.
"Hurts."
Its so quiet, but it shatters the paralysis, breaking the glass between caretaker and the rest of the world.
Air rushes back into their lungs and their brain starts to process again. Whumpee is still alive, somehow. They have a chance. If caretaker can get their shit together and get them out of here, whumpee might have a chance.
The scream had caretaker flying out of bed. They didnt know what to expect or what they would do when they got there but there was nothing in this world that could stand in their way.
When they actually reached whumpee's room however there was a distinct lack of tangible threats. What they found instead was whumpee struggling to fight off the sheets and remaining demons that seemed to cling to them even after waking.
Caretaker rushed to the side of the bed and went for the sheets first pulling them free of whumpee's legs. Then they sat on the edge of the bed and went to work on calming whumpee. As they reached for whumpee's shoulder the shadow hadn't yet lifted. Whumpee's eyes widened and they tumbled back and off the bed.
Caretaker dove after them trying to minimize any damage, whumpee was still torn to hell and they didn’t need more injuries to worry about. They wound up clutching whumpee to their chest, having more or less taken the brunt of the fall.
Whumpee was actively working against them, trying to worm free, but this was the first night they were spending out of intensive care. They scarcely had the strength to get out of bed on their own. It wasn't a challenge, but caretaker worried endlessly and kept their grip as light as possible.
"You'll be alright. Gentle now," they hushed, breathing out and relaxing their own body as an example. Whumpee's thashing slowed, then stopped, leaving them trembling from exhertion. Caretaker drew their fingers carefully through whumpee's now sweaty hair, "don't worry, I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you." When it reached their ears this time whumpee finally understood what they were hearing, finally believed it. Their muscles when slack, head finally dropping against caretaker's shoulder as reality crashed in.
God it was over. It was caretaker holding them, not-not...
"You're safe. I've got you, just breathe."
Breathe.
Yeah, they could do that.
Once their deperate heaving evened out their mind started to manage some words.
"Sorry I woke you."
"Don't worry about it. Did anything tear?"
"No. I- there's no blood, 'm just sweaty n' shit."
"Wanna shower?"
They shook their head, "Nah, I'm spent."
"How about getting back in bed then?"
Whumpee finally picked their head up to check and almost gaped when they realized where they were sitting. "Yeah, should probably do that."
Caretaker stood first, then pulled whumpee up onto unsteady legs for them to sit heavily onto the edge of the bed. Caretaker joined them.
Whumpee looked over to them, "You need something?"
"Are you gonna be ok alone?"
Whumpee glared, "I'm fine."
Caretaker didn't back down, "You're fine this time. If you tore your stitches or fucked up something with your cast while you were out of it... things could've been a lot worse."
The anger festered, then snapped, "I'm not a damn kid. I can sleep alone."
Caretaker rolled their eyes and their voice hardened, "this has nothing to do with looking tough. I want to know if I should be prepared to come running through that door to find you bleeding on the floor." The anger left in a wave, and their voice quieted, "And if there's anything I can do to keep that from happening in the first place." Caretaker finally looked back over to whumpee, "to keep you from being in more pain."
Whumpee looked away quickly and swallowed hard. Their voice was thin but the resolve kept the waiver out of it, "I'll be fine. You can go back to bed."
Caretaker nodded, "alright, I'll leave you alone."
As soon as whumpee was alone they felt their fear begin to brush their skin. Crawling like a many legged thing trying to find soft places to burrow. Whumpee shuttered and pulled the blanket up, they were fine. They'd be fine. This was fine.
As soon as caretaker left the room they rechecked the first aid kit in the bathroom. Counting the number of sterile needles and bandages. Whumpee would be fine, caretaker was sure....
Caretaker took the first aid kit to their room with them.
Caretaker glared, first at the moniter then at the man responsible for the suffering recorded by it. They were silent... for a while. Then the question came biting past their lips.
"Is it scary to have created a being who wants to live when you only ever intended for them to be a convenience?"
Whumper seemed a little surprised, their assistant had never been this brazen before. Had he pushed them too far with this last experiment?
Whumper gave them what was supposed to be a reassuring smirk, "Not at all. It doesn't want anything caretaker. Its a machine, a tool, anything that keeps it from being a good one is just a quirk in the code that we need to iron out. Nothing more."
Caretaker looked down. When they didn't give him any kind of answer whumper went on.
"Why? Did whumpee say something that bothered you?"
Caretaker swallowed and tried to keep a straight face. Whumpee's desperate pleading rang in their head "Please dont tell him! Please! You know what he'll do!"
It was almost funny how easily lying came to caretaker then. The terror became distant and the risk blunted. They detached and answered him, "Please, like you don’t record everything anyway. Just been spending too much time lost in thought." They did not return whumpers gaze.
Whumper nodded, "Perhaps you should take some time off then. Go be with people again," he joked.
They ignored the way the thought of whumper alone with whumpee made something in their chest writhe. "I deal with enough people thank you very much. I prefer circuits."
Whumper's eyes were back on his monitor, or seemed to be. Caretaker did not catch the way he eyed them when he answered with faint amusement, "Oh I know."
The last time Whumpee saw Caretaker, they had gotten into a massive fight. It had ended up with Caretaker kicking Whumpee out of the apartment and slamming the door on their face.
After escaping, Whumpee is indecisive. They know they can't go back to Whumper- they just can't, it was horrible and awful and no way to live. They know they only have Caretaker to turn to.
But as they stand in front of Caretaker's door, the same door they were thrown out of all those time ago, all they can hear is I don't want to see your face ever again.
They didn't know because of course Whumper would never let Whumpee know that- but Caretaker had always been looking for them.
After the initial fight Caretaker had looked for them to talk it out. At first, they had thought Whumpee was just avoiding them or had blocked their number- but as they tried more and more to reach Whumpee, calling from different numbers and even showing up to their door and even barging in- they knew something was wrong.
It was Caretaker who had reported Whumpee as missing. It was them who had called the police station everyday and physically showed up demanding them take it seriously. It was them who had gone through every single homeless shelter and seedy nightclub and alley in the city looking for Whumpee. Who kept calling every possible news station and newspaper to bring attention to Whumpee's disappearance. They had even spent their savings on a private investigator, to no avail. They had copied hundreds of missing posters, plastering Whumpee's face in every surface in the city with blind desperation and shaky hands.
Whumpee knocks on the door, to no answer. Knocks again, nothing. Maybe Caretaker had moved away, had moved on, from the house and from Whumpee. They turn around to leave, with no destination in mind. It's over. Maybe Caretaker's wish has come true and they'll never see Whumpee's face again.
Whumpee turns around and takes one step down the staircase, only to freeze once he sees the person making their way up the stairs. Caretaker, standing there on the bottom steps, with grocery bags and a fresh batch of missing posters tucked under their arm.
They look at each other for a moment, both frozen. Then Caretaker drops everything they are holding and runs up the stairs to hug Whumpee, missing posters blowing away down the staircase.
well when all else fails at least there’s daydreaming about your oc getting tortured and abused and experimented on and assaulted and dehumanized and torn apart and surgically modified and
Contemplating how when caretaker has demonstrated just how reliable and how strong they are to whumpee. They become whumpee's sense of safety, they feel like whumpee's fortress, their home. When caretaker is around nothing will happen. Its a feeling whumpee cherishes because its hard for them to feel safe since whumper.
And that is why nothing makes whumpee tear up in actual muscle seizing horror as when whumper draws desperate animal pleading from caretaker. Because whumper is bored with them now and has finally set their sights on whumpee to finish what they started.
Just thinking about vengeful, aggressive, violent caretakers.
A teammate has to hold them back when they see whumper as they thrash and snarl threats:
"Im gonna rip your tendons out through your mouth!"
"They're gonna need a new ring of hell for what I'm gonna do to you!"
"Let go! I promise I'll only kill 'im once!"
Maybe whumper takes this seriously, and caretaker feeds off that fear. Or maybe whumper smirks and eggs them on.
Whumpee is trying to move past all of this, they're trying to live again. They're finally no longer thinking about whumper every day anymore. They're getting further from those god-aweful memories and learning how not to blame or hate themselve in the aftermath.
But just because caretaker is violent doesnt meant that's all they are. Theyre gentle with whumpee, more careful than anyone had ever been. Theyre quiet, steady, a calm presence like a warm shadow.
But they see whumpee's scars, and in their mind's eyes they see whumper's face. Caretaker will not forget. And there is only one way for them to move on.
Silver - they/them - 9'3 - Wolf head, tiger body, crocodilian tail, with some fun cyborg add-ons
Vik - she/they - 7'5 - coatimundi
Tucker - he/him - 5'10 - gray fox
They traded blows without any of the serious ones connecting for a minute, it only served to frustrate Gar and excite his opponent. This was why when the one serious blow finally found its mark it was on Gar. And when he got hit, it was like getting hit by a train.
Karinaki hit Gar running back style, leading with his shoulder before shifting trajectory and slamming him against the ground. Gar managed to fight through the air getting knocked out of his lungs, snapping and slashing as the monitor started trying to take a chunk out of him with its alarmingly large teeth.
Karinaki was standing over his waist, it was just awkward enough placement to keep Gar from getting any meaningful kicks in.
The komodo went for his neck this time, mouth open, drool oozing, and reacting completely spur of the moment Gar grabbed it. Gar’s thumb claws were tough enough to survive the teeth as he tried to keep a grip on Karinaki’s upper jaw, but he wasn’t remotely in the same weight class. His arms were starting to tremble when the komodo’s patience wore thin and he took a swipe across Gar’s forearms, knocking them aside just far enough.
Karinaki lunged down and sunk his teeth into Gar’s bad shoulder.
Komodo teeth are serrated, built to tear flesh.
Gar got an object lesson.
Blue had never heard him scream like that before. Chills rode up his arms as his eyes shot from the trashed electrical box towards the fight. Fuck! Gar was losing? Blue should never have agreed to this! He couldn't just stop, how were the others going to get in if he couldn't get the door open!?
Blue huffed, “Dammnit Gar!”
Gar thrashed reflexively until his brain managed to kick back on. Thrashing was only doing his opponent’s work for him. He needed those teeth off him! What did he have left he could do!? Well… with Karinaki’s head down he was finally in range of Gar’s own reptile attributes!
Gar started clawing at him feverishly. Any flesh that Gar’s talons could reach they scored. Karinaki released his shoulder after an especially vicious swipe. Gar didn’t give him a second to breathe. Gar went right for his face as soon as he could.
Karinaki was fast and snapped, just barely missing while Gar managed to shear through his upper lip. Gar went for another slash but the komodo pulled back. Gar lurched forward, following his target and Karinaki tried to take advantage. As Karinaki went for his throat Gar crossed his forearms above himself seconds before the komodo’s jaws came crashing down.
The komodo’s jaw strength wasn’t the most impressive thing, but the teeth more than made up for it. Slowly they pushed into the scales on Gar’s arms. Rivulets of blood began to dance through the grooves before dripping down onto his face.
Gar grit his teeth and tried to push back but found himself with the same problem as before, hopelessly outclassed when it came to raw strength, especially at such a bad angle. Karinaki just kept pushing down and Gar just kept losing ground. Within moments the komodo’s nose would be brushing his throat and he’d need less than a second of an opening to make the most of it.
Then out of the rafters dropped a half feral panther.
Blue landed on Karinaki’s back, his claws sinking in and his teeth following soon after. For how little Blue relied on his teeth in a fight they sure as hell were effective. They sunk deep, but Blue wasn’t all that practiced in making the kill shot with his more traditional weaponry, so it really just served to help him hang on.
But it seemed to be enough. Gar squirmed out from under Karinaki and scrambled to his feet. His head swam and his pulse hammered in his chest as he tried to keep steady on his hind legs. He picked somewhere in the half ruined room to hide and staggered off.
Blue stayed on the Komodo’s back for a rather impressive amount of time, all things considered. All until Karinaki got a solid grip on him, tugging him off and throwing him at the wall. Blue wasn’t rattled, he bounded off the wall with relative ease and landed on the floor smoothly. He growled, Gar was down. That didn’t mean they had to abandon their play for time plan. It just meant he, the weaker fighter between them, had to handle a massive killer reptile solo for however long it took his friends to find a new way into the room while also keeping Karinaki away from his profusely bleeding teammate. HAHA EASY! Haha he was so screwed.
Fortunately for Blue his assassins creed style entrance had scored him a pretty high spot on Karinaki’s shit list. He had the komodo’s full attention now.
Blue put all his energy into staying ahead of his combatant. Karinaki was quick, and his head could turn fast, but the rest of him wasn’t quite as agile. Blue just needed to keep exploiting it in new and unpredictable ways before Karinaki one upped him.
Gar tried to land gracefully as the floor dropped off four feet but wound up flat on his face. He pulled himself up and scrambled until his back was to the concrete of the elevated half of the room’s floor. Once still he tried to assess.
His vision was pulsing and writhing at the edges, he tried to blink hard enough to crush it back into normalcy but no such luck. Instead he shook his head and tried to focus the tiny portion of his gaze that wasn’t stirring on the new bites his forearms were sporting. They went deeper than he would have liked, and they were bleeding a lot, but the scales had done their job. There were a number of puncture wounds but the komodo’s teeth hadn’t been able to rip apart the tougher hide on his arms.
He tried to swallow and tentatively reached toward his shoulder. Gar looked it over from the corner of his eye, while trying to keep his head from spinning. The blood was already running fast and free, and as his claw carefully prodded it he got a gauge for just how deep the bite went. He bit down on a yelp, withdrawing his hand. This wasn’t good.
Blue was surprised at how well this was going.
All things considered anyway.
He hadn’t been clipped by the komodo, hadn’t landed any blows either but he had to be wearing the guy down at least, and Gar had landed some nasty looking marks on Karinaki’s chest. Blue wasn’t sure how deep they went but they seemed to hurt. This was actually looking up.
Blue slipped past another snap before leaping to the wall and rebounding off it to one of the rafters. He pulled his back half up and out of the way as Karinaki tried to catch him with a flying swipe. Blue was fast enough that the Komodo only succeeded in adding to the wear of the ceiling support beams.
Karinaki snarled as he watched Blue dart off into the dark.
“Think you’re clever? Fucking cat. Think you’re damn sly, don’t you?” He seethed, tongue flicking in irritation and immediately reminding him of something else. A smirk climbed onto his face, “Well, I don’t need to chase you around. You're not the only one on the menu, and the main course can't run.” His tongue began to flick incessantly as the smell of blood drew him steadily through the room.
Gar slid to his side, panting and trembling. When had the room gotten so cold? He drew his arms across his chest trying to trap his body heat when he clumsily raked his claws past his now very bad shoulder. The sudden pain sent his ears ringing so there was no telling if he made any sounds as a result.
Karinaki’s head snapped towards the whine. He grinned, blood soaked teeth shining in the low light. “There you are.”
“Oh hell no!”
Blue swung down from the rafter kicking Karinaki in the chest with both legs, sending him stumbling, but not as far as he’d hoped. The komodo recovered remarkably fast and grabbed Blue’s leg as he was trying to climb back up. He yanked Blue down onto the floor, winding him. Before Blue had a chance to get his legs under him and make a run for it the komodo stomped down on his back for good measure.
As Blue tried to navigate breathing Karinaki ground his heel into him, earning a strained whine.
Karinaki hissed, “Stay down, pest.” His tongue flicked and the smell of blood captivated him again.
Blue saw his chance jolted up with all the strength he had left, off balancing Karinaki. He triggered the electric prod in his tail and jammed it into the komodo’s leg. As Karinaki recoiled, Blue wriggled free and took off.
Or tried to.
The komodo spun to the side and his tail lashed straight into Blue. It sent the panther flying into the wall and this time he did not have the warewithal to rebound off gracefully. Blue crashed into it and fell to the ground in a heap. He had to work to get his arms under him, and as he managed to get his eyes back on the situation his heart dropped into his stomach.
Karinaki loomed over Gar for a moment and smirked, “There’s so little more satisfying in this world than beast soldiers reduced to helpless prey.” He reached down and grabbed Gar by the neck as he tried to crawl back. He held Gar at eye height and studied his handiwork and the bones now glinting through it. “Well well well, doggie’s got some hardware in there doesn’t he? Wonder how far it goes. Shall we find out?”
Gar tried to grab at Karinaki’s wrist, to attack, to break free, to take some of the strain off his neck. Anything. He wanted to do anything. He couldn’t get any power into his muscles, everything was heavy. He felt like a toy with overused joints, all loose and hanging like a dead fish. Like a dead coyote.
Karinaki sunk one of his nails into the bite wound and began trying to pull the flesh back from the bone. An intentionally messy attempt to see more of the alloy bone replacement. Gar shrieked then bit down on it, forcing it down into a mix of snarling and groaning as the flesh tore.
“GAR!” Blue broke into a coughing fit for a few seconds after. Putting a temporary pause on forcing himself to his feet. He was managing it with the assistance of the wall, and trying very hard to keep his breathing light. The second he could take a half breath he took off towards them. Then he froze once he could clearly see them again, hard won breath halting in his throat.
From out of the rafters Vik slammed into Karinaki with vicious precision, her knee went straight into the softest place on his left flank. He yelped, dropping Gar and attempting to round on her. Vik was far too fast. She was already behind him and slammed one of her knives into his back. It wasn’t a very large knife and Karinaki’s skin was tough. So it wasn’t lethal, but it certainly pissed him off.
Vik began to draw him back, away from Gar and Blue. Her strikes weren’t powerful enough to bring him down, but he was far too slow to even touch her. When the environment permitted it she had this maddening way of being everywhere and nowhere all at once. It was like taking swipes at a ghost.
It was then that Blue realized what was so unsettling about the way Vik was fighting. Her skill didn’t surprise him, he’d seen her seemingly defy physics more than once. It was the silence. Vik wasn’t talking, or snarling, or laughing. Vik’s scathing comments and lilts of taunting laughter were part of her technique. Without them there was just the cold, terrifying accuracy of her strikes, it felt mechanical. They sunk deeper than they should have into flesh that tough. Vik looked… like a predator. In the low light Vik didn’t look alive.
Karinaki was getting more and more tired and more and more frustrated every time he missed. The emotion had him throwing himself into the following strike twice as hard. Quickly his recklessness off balanced him. As he righted himself it became all too clear that there was another reason Vik had been luring him this way.
Silver had a running start.
That first blow cracked his skull.
Silver didn’t let up for a moment, laying it on and going for brute force. Slashing wasn’t gonna work on something with osteoderms like that, and biting wasn’t a risk they cared to take with this guy. The barrage of heavy hits to the trunk eventually left him vulnerable to one on the side of his knee. That brought him down into one hell of an uppercut.
Silver didn’t speak, didn’t hold back, and didn’t spare a second. They put him out and then left him to Vik in favor of checking on Blue and Gar.
Blue was staggering over, now with Tucker’s assistance, his free arm wrapped around his torso. He didn’t think it was helping, but it didn’t seem to be hurting either. “You guys have incredible timing.”
Silver shook their head, “Incredible timing would have been getting here before he fucked you guys up.”
Silver gave him a once over that he cut short with a nod and a, “Go check Gar.”
They rushed over to where the komodo had dropped him to discover he had only dragged himself a foot before giving up. He was breathing fast and starting somewhere undefined while blood was starting to pool beneath him.
Silver crashed to their knees next to him, “Jeezus Gar! Tucker! Med kit!”
The fox tossed it over.
Silver snatched it clean out of the air and began pulling out what they needed.
Gar seemed to gain back a little lucidity at his name. “Sil?”
They pulled the gauze covered in clotting powder from its packaging, they hoped there was enough. “Yeah buddy, I’m here. You’re gonna be alright.” as they went for his shoulder though, things quickly went downhill...
