#ask worm

[the-worm-in-his-head]

Did you make him think he met Charlie kirk in 2001 or did you convince him that was a convincing lie

Neither. I actually know how to lie. Granted, his memory might be swiss cheese, due to, well. Swiss cheese.

[yourwormfriend]

WHY DID YOU SEND 20 OF THE SAME ASKS OF THIS MONKEY!?

[dearworms]

Hi Worm! I've been meaning to read more sci-fi books lately, but I don't know where to get started. Do you have any tips?

Hi there! Worm has found that going to book communities (booklr, booktok, booktube, etc.) and searching for sci-fi books can give an idea of what books people gravitate towards and what books they don't recommend (for one reason or another). Worm also suggests either asking a librarian for books similar to your favorite sci-fi media or looking up "books similar to [favorite sci-fi media]" to try and find things within your interests in the genre!

(Worm's most recently read sci-fi series is the Bloodright Trilogy by Emily Skrutskie!)

[wormwriting]

Can you write a scene where whumpee is trying to run away but they hit a dead end and whumper laughs at them and backs them against the wall? Thx!

Yes, yes I can indeed

(CW: sadistic whumper, knife mention, chased, implied stalking)

Unnamed Whumper/Whumpee, gender neutral.

Dead End - 670 words

Whumpee rounded a corner - the first they came to.

This was their neck of the woods- they should really know exactly where they were, but the city smog and the absence of their glasses were making it rather difficult to navigate the ordinarily familiar streets.

Oh, and the fact that Whumper was chasing them. That too.

They always thought they kept themself in quite good shape; they would walk to the shops rather than drive, and they’d tried that new jogging app a few months ago - hadn’t thought they’d done too badly. But now, here, with Whumper in close pursuit, they found their lungs struggling to draw in enough breath, and their legs failing to keep a decent speed.

Apparently, they were also clumsier than they had thought.

Some loose tarmac shifted beneath their feet, and they skidded left. They only narrowly avoided a collision. But no time to give it another thought.

The rhythm of their own feet was irregular and unreliable, but Whumper’s, closely behind, was steady as ever. Calculated. Determined.

Their tall frame had seemed alluring at first. They approached Whumpee with a book in hand and a question on their lips - Whumpee had indulged them ardently.

“Thanks, love. You’re a sweetheart.”

Such a disarming voice. Like a sweet poison.

Of course Whumpee had been charmed - they’d dare anyone to say they wouldn’t be. Whumper knew exactly how to make them feel desired; they knew they usually didn’t. God, how long have they been watching me? Just how much do they know? But no time to give it another thought.

It wasn’t fair. Not after they’d managed to lose them. Sure, maybe it had been naive of them to follow a stranger - even an attractive one - into the alley behind the store, but they’d escaped! Run off! Woven a maze through the neighbourhood! And still Whumper had caught up to them.

Now, here they were. Disadvantaged on all accounts, and losing hope, strength, stamina with every passing second.

They made another turn.

No.

No no no no no.

Should they keep running pointlessly towards the dead end? Or should they just give up now, at least get a chance to breathe before Whumper trapped them once again? Which would be less pathetic?

Evidently, their legs had chosen to crumple beneath them. Oh, good. Whumper will be greeted with the sorriest sight they possibly could.

“On your knees already?” They chuckled. “ Didn’t know you’d be so agreeable, Whumpee.”

It was just poison now. Prickly and jagged.

“That being said,” Whumper spat, “Get up.”

Whumpee didn’t think they could, even if they’d wanted to. Whoever said adrenaline was supposed to kick in and give you superpowers - they were a liar and a sadistic bastard. Whumpee felt deflated.

They continued to stare at the ground. A shadow crept over them.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said get,”—they wrenched Whumpee backward by the collar—”up!”

“I-'' They panted into the night air. “I can’t.”

“Sure you can!” Something metallic glinted suddenly at their side. “Can’t you?”

Their nod was more like trembling.

With imprecision and laboured thought, they slowly pushed themself upward, unsure of how long the effect would last. They twisted round to face Whumper. They were already on borrowed time.

“Such an obedient little thing, aren’t you?”

Whumper advanced towards them. They stepped back.

“Oh don’t go shy on me now. I thought we were having a grand old time.”

“W-what are you going to do to me?”

They flashed a smile and sighed, “I haven’t decided yet.”

The knife raised slightly in their hand, as if in anticipation.

“But it starts, I think, with you taking that coat off so I can get a good look at my canvas.”

They barely had time to consider doing so before Whumper ripped it off of them and tossed it aside.

“Now,”—Whumpee flew back into the wall, brick grazing their shoulders as Whumper pressed their arm across their throat, letting the blade dance across Whumpee’s skin—”Let’s see what I’m working with.”

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Okay this was a lot of fun... now I wanna do more one shots

Thanks anon and everyone else who sent in requests. I am... intrigued by them all

[the-worm-in-his-head]

you should win an award for doing more damage to a Kennedy's brain than a 6.5×52mm Carcano round and a lobotomy combined

Thank you! It's always good to have one's work recognized and appreciated. I put a lot of effort into this, you know? But, in regards to lobotomy, it sounds like an interesting way to stir up some brains, so I'll be sure to bring it up at the next meeting.

[yourwormfriend]

any sneak peeks for the next chapter?

NO NOT FOR YOU JK

Here you go

2012

“Ugh, what could this be?!” Donnie slammed his head on his desk. “What animal is this big? If it’s a mutant what animal could they be?”

Mikey was spinning in Donnies office chair. “What if it’s a bunch of different mutants?”

I love making Mikey right without him knowing he’s right <3

[yourwormfriend]

do you eat mold

I did once by accident 💪🏽

[yourwormfriend]

19. Give ONE character a gun. for the turtle ask game :}

WARREN STONE

I think it would be silly for him to have a gun