"Mourn me"? from the ask game?
hope you're doing well and blessed with creativity <3
from this ask game
Rhett this is an honor to hear from you I love your stuff silently fanboys
funny story 95% of my whump ocs are not properly mortal so i'll go nameless on this one. I tried to make it was "whump-like" as possible. hope it fits the bill
Mourn Me
obviously CW main character death implied.... duh
Caretaker stepped over the piles of garbage scattered across the floor, pushed aside the dirty dishes strewn across the counter, and reached into the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of vodka. The flat had gone to shit, but he didn't care.
Whumpee was dead.
It shouldn't have hit him so hard. Caretaker wasn't family, wasn't Whumpee's significant other. Just one of their friends in a decently large circle of friends. No one came to give caretaker condolences beyond the most basic "Yeah, man. Whumpee's gone. Horrible way to go. Sucks."
Caretaker snarled as he poured the fourth shot into a filthy glass. They didn't understand. Whumpee wasn't just a friend to him. They were someone who had been the better reflection of himself: motivated, confident, ready to take on the world and its challenges. Someone Caretaker used to be, years ago. Deep inside, he had tried to help Whumpee every chance he could, to see them succeed where he had failed.
And now Whumpee had been killed in a violent, senseless murder.
"It should have been me," Caretaker muttered, knocking back the alcohol. "They had their whole life ahead of them, and some sick psycho took them instead of me."
Every memory of Whumpee played through caretaker's mind: their boisterous laugh, each of their crazy shenanigans, the way their eyebrows quirked when they were worried about Caretaker. His grip on the bottle tightened, until the neck grew slippery in his hands and crashed onto the floor.
Caretaker knelt on the floor, mindlessly scooping up the glass shards among the growing pool staining the carpet. THe shards sliced and cut Caretaker's hands, but he didn't feel anything in the rage that was consuming his grief.
"I'm going to find them, Whumpee," Caretaker hissed, blood streaming from his fingertips. "I'm going to find Whumper, and make them pay."
