the Deltarune fandom is funny because a great many people like popular characters such as the Fun Gang, the secret bosses, Queen, Tenna etc and for the most part, with the exception of a couple of dedicated people here and there, not many people like to claim they’re ’character’s #1 fan’. relatively speaking, at least, the amount of people who will claim they are Susie’s greatest fan or Queen’s greatest fan is at a relatively low/normal rate for fandoms, if you get what I mean.
With one exception. One out of every two people who claims Rouxls Kaard is their favourite character will not only insist that he’s the best, but that THEY are the SINGLE GREATEST FAN of this character in the ENTIRE WORLD. And all seem, to an extent, to genuinely believe it.
The Merry Whump of May 2: Beg To Differ
Denial | Confined | Eye Contact
@themerrywhumpofmay
“How does it feel,” the victor crows, “knowing that in the end, it was all for nothing?”
The traitor, naked and bruised and stuffed into a cage sized for a dog, cranes his neck to look up at his enemy. “It was not for nothing,” he says. “It was for justice.”
The tyrant kicks the cage. “Don’t play facetious with me,” he hisses. “You failed. Your little rebellion is nothing but ash. Can you taste it?”
“I regret nothing,” the traitor says. “It was the right thing to do.”
“Oh you will regret it,” the tyrant growls. “I’ll make sure of it.”
He casts about the room angrily. The fire is not lit – that’s an idea for later – but he grabs the poker from its stand anyway, and jabs it sharply between the bars. The naked man grunts, and bares his teeth.
“I am going to break you,” the tyrant tells him, digging the tip of the poker in hard between two ribs and leaning his weight against it. “You will regret everything before I’m done with you. You will beg me for mercy. I will make you scream until you can’t remember your own name.”
“You can – break my body –” the traitor answers, body twisted under the pressure, voice twisted under the pain “-- You can make me scream. You can – maybe even make me beg. But you can’t make me – regret. I did what had to be done.”
The tyrant loses his temper then, and beats the prisoner savagely through the bars of the cage, bringing the metal poker down hard on immobilised limbs and quivering flesh. When he finally steps back, both men are panting hard.The traitor looks the tyrant dead in the eye and grins a snarl of a grin. “It was worth it,” he says. “It was worth it.”
“It was worth nothing,” the tyrant snaps back. “I will put them all to death. Everything you built will burn. I will erase your name from history. You have failed, and no one will ever remember that you even tried.”
“How like you,” the traitor sneers, “to think that a thing is only worth doing if it is glorified. Do whatever you want with me. You can’t change the truth – It. Was. Worth it.”
They enjoyed your pain. It wasn’t something new to you nor was it a surprise. They had made it clear to you that the louder you screamed, the more you begged and pleaded with them, the more they laughed and smiled. It had been days of various torture techniques, on some sort of schedule that you could never figure out. They didn’t seem to mind it when you eventually passed out from the pain or the dehydration or the hunger.
It wasn’t like that stopped them after all.
However, it had been a quiet few days – only a handful of men coming into your torture chamber (the only correct title for this room, filled with a various but numerous number of tools of the trade topped with concrete walls and drains in the floor for easy cleaning) compared to the nearly endless number that had started your stay with them.
You suspected something was going to happen today that differed from your schedule. The men that had started piling into the room were all smiling and joking about with one another, lining the edge of the room and completely ignoring you. It sent bolts of concern and apprehension through you. John had warned you, even if only briefly, that such things like that were bad. When they started to ignore you, it usually meant that they were done with you.
Minutes later, the man seemingly in charge of this entire operation sauntered into the room and everyone went silent. In his hands, he carried a handful of papers topped with what looked like a photograph. You could see nothing at the range he was at but the sight of him with that coy smile on his lips froze you down to your soul. Nothing good ever came from him coming to you but you knew this was going to be the worst sort of torture yet.
“You know, Mx. Wick, your husband has been very very dedicated to trying to track you down. In fact, a great amount of time and effort had been put in place to throw him off our tracks,” during his slow amble closer to you, you went cross-eyed dizzy with the force you shook your head. You knew you didn’t want to hear what he had to say anymore. Nothing good could come from continuing this conversion. Unfortunately, you rarely got what you wanted in this place. “But this? This might have been the greatest plan we’ve had to date.”
He finally got close enough to you that you could see the photo that was on top of his pile. It was a photo of John in all black, standing over a fresh grave.
The tears that started to pool on your eyes didn’t mask the pleasure the leader had written across his face as he leaned down and made complete eye contact with you. “I have to say Mx. Wick, your funeral was very touching. We shed some tears just watching it.”
The men lining the room burst out laughing but you couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact.
“We’re so glad your stay has been extended. I can’t wait till I can start sending pictures of your broken and dead body to John. It’ll be a grand time.”
(TCW: intimidation, harsh language, implied insane/psychotic whumper, flashbacks to medical procedures, captivity, slavery, vampire whumpee, human whumper, genderless prompt)
"Look at me."
Whumpee growled, unearthly, glowing eyes snapping towards the human.
"You're safe here, if you're good,” Whumper informed, an even, gentle tone laid in their voice. “But you need to act like a person, instead of a rabid dog.”
“Why the fuck should I listen to you.. When I’m still in a fucking cage where your men put me.” The vampire hissed, lips flared and eyes still ablaze in hatred. They looked at the human without fear, without intimidation and Whumper seemed pleased to stare them down, right back.
“I need to know you’re going to be obedient, and not make me have to hurt you.” Whumper replied with a smooth crouch, coming to level their stances and look at the swirling cores of inhuman strength. The cage wasn’t stopping them. They both knew that.
“If you think you’re safe because I’m in here, you’re wrong,” Whumpee voiced what they both knew and it only earned a sly, smug looking smile to spread across Whumper’s lips.
“We both have surprises, about us Whumpee. But the fact you’re still in that cage, tells me you’re a little more intimidated than you’d like to admit.” Whumper’s voice annoyed them now, how calm, how collected it was.
Their heart was level, if not a tad excited. They didn’t smell like fear, if anything, there was a hint of arousal in the air. Piqued interest that bordered something akin to lunacy. Something didn’t sit right about them, to be so confident and taunting while looking them eye to eye, unwavering.
Whumpee pushed further, tried to gain a reaction when their hands curled around iron bars and pried them open just a few inches. It looked like they extended the bent curve of a straw from it’s accordion pleat, seamless, like it took no strength at all.
“There you go, what a strong vampire..” Whumper cooed in a mockingly sweet tone, eyes squinting in their smile. “I bet you can walk, too, can’t you?”
“Of course I can fucking walk, what kind of question is that-” Whumpee snapped and they felt heat now, as the human stared into their soul and never left them without pinning eye-contact. “Let me go, so I know I can walk out of here.”
“Oh, I can’t let you go go, but I’ll let you roam the basement for the first few weeks. It’s basically a miniature apartment so, I think it’ll do for now until I know I can trust you.”
“Trust me?! Are you fucking crazy?! You’re not keeping me here!” Another tug and the bars bowed again, this time with intent to truly gap them but as Whumper started to laugh, they froze again.
“I paid too much for you, you can’t leave. If you do, I’ll find you, they make sure, I can find you.”
Whumpee grabbed a fist full of their hair when a surge of pain shot behind their eyes, lights leaving imaginary prisms behind their eyelids. Their stomach curled with tension, body prickled each nerve as if it was taking count of every extremity.
“Gotta plant this nice a deep, so you can’t dig it out.” A man dressed like a surgeon muttered, as their restrained patient flopped against the table they’d been chained to.
They screamed when a needle drove into the back of their neck and was rooted in deeply; jamming into spinal tissue and brainstem. Burning fluid was pushed in along with a small microchip, their body spasming in rivets of shock. Their head hit the table and foamy saliva leaked onto the surface from their parted lips, limbs twitching now in neurologically damaged spasms.
“There, a little blood and you’ll be ready to sell.”
“Hnh, did you just remember something? You look a little pale, well... Paler than usual.”
Whumpee looked back at the human with a scowl and nostrils flared in disgust, hand rubbing their temple from their memory. “Who the fuck are you? How did you buy me?”
“All you need to know right now is that you’ll be treated well here, if you can assure me you’ll be good.” Whumper spoke a bit more sternly by the end and still, left such blazing eye contact behind, keeping them pinned like a bug to a wooden pegboard.
“You can’t just expect me to accept this-” The vampire started and Whumper gave an ironic snort.
“I beg to differ, I have a monetary investment in you and I plan to get my moneys worth. You can either be a beloved house pet that keeps me company and we can live in harmonious bliss..”
Whumper leaned closer, met knees to the floor and curled a hand tightly around the hand of Whumpee’s that still held to an iron bar. They stared the vampire down, clamped the others hand firmly in their own grip that they were assured it was painful. Just by the way Whumpee’s lids slightly twitched in response.
Vampires were handy creatures, when they didn’t seem to need to blink and Whumper was able to soak in every single movement they made. Every dilation in their pupils, every time they shrank to pinheads from their situation. Whumper soaked it up like a sponge.
“Or you can make me resent my purchase and treat you like the other things I get bored of playing with.” It was unsettling, the way Whumper laughed but never seemed to close their eye’s and block off their vision of Whumpee.
“I’m a bit of a spoiled child, you see... When I get bored of things, I break them and leave them on the floor.”
Whumpee swallowed on their dry throat, sight darting to the hand that never seemed to run out of strength to vice grip around theirs. When they looked back, Whumper was still staring, leaning closer until their forehead was against semi-severed bars and the vampire had to lurch backward.
“So I’ll ask again, Whumpee. Will you behave if I let you out?”
