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!
oh I LOVE a character who breaks in a violent way. not like a porcelain doll, or an eggshell, but like a glass bottle or a piece of metal: more dangerous broken than whole
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.
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