Content: Whump Writing, Intimidating Whumpee, Somewhat Bad Caretaker
CW: Captivity, Violence, Restraints, Blood Loss
The whumpee's chest heaved up down as they struggled to position themselves anything near comfortable. A hiss escaped from them as they finally gave up, relaxing against the restraints. The chains connected to the thick metal collar around their neck relaxed too, bowing towards the ground, visibly shaking as the whumpee shuddered. The last of their energy leaving through a frustrated huff of breath.
Their hands behind their back felt foreign underneath the thick fabric of the oven mitts, and no matter which way whumpee turned them, they never seemed freed from the binds.
Exhausted whumpee finally stopped wasting their pinch of energy left on it all. So this is what losing feels like.
Rusted metal creaked. A shrill squeak whistled, followed by a slam. Whumpee was only partially relieved to see someone other than whumper. Partially.
Caretaker despised this part of the job every time. They mumbled to themselves, reminding them of the money that "patrons" always paid. Often times it was more than enough for caretaker to lay back and not lift a finger for months.
Of course they would risk their lives to rescue some random, nurse them vigorously back to life, and in exchange, hand the rescue over to whoever hired them for such a mission in return for lots and lots of money. Still caretaker gritted their teeth, and scowled at the dingy environment.
Then halted in their tracks
So this is why they were offering so much
Whumpee wasn't the norm that caretaker came across. Caretaker was used to scared scrawnier rescues, who looked at caretaker with bewilderment and awe. They were always wounded, weak, and disgustingly puppy-like. They would latch onto caretaker. Easily every word caretaker spoke was what they wanted to here.
Although these rescues were heartbroken every time, caretaker never minded dumping them off to their families, colleagues, and more. Usually once they caught sight of their loves ones, caretaker would exit their thoughts graciously, and exit the situation with cash for the season. They needed to use all that medical knowledge of theirs somehow but...
Whumpee was none of that. The block integrated into the brick wall, the other end of whumpee's collar, was half way out of it's placement. It was ready to fall out at any sharp tug. The binds keeping their arms tied behind their back looked ready to snap. Despite the blood everywhere, exhaustion wasn't exactly what caretaker was reading.
Whumpee? They were glaring at caretaker. They were larger than caretaker. Scrawny, scared, puppy-like were opposites to describe whumpee. Maybe just maybe their patrons were wrong, and whumpee didn't need any rescuing after all. Maybe that would make this job 10x easier. Maybe.
"Hey? Whumpee?"
A growl more attune to a snarl came from whumpee. They begun to pull on their restraints again.
"Hold on. Hold on. I was sent by some- Hey stop moving. Listen. By some friends of yours."
Whumpee slowed giving caretaker a window of their attention. Caretaker could now spot the bandages wrapped tightly around whumpee's abdomen. Blood pooled at the surface, dark and all too recent. Something caretaker was finally used to.
"Yeah uh Simeon sent me?"
Whumpee sighed, and grumbled, "Simeon?".
Great that bewilderment and awe. Whumpee hung their head as if showing caretaker that were accepting the help. Caretaker stepped past empty painkiller bottles, and slung the backpack of their shoulders. This needed to be done quick. Caretaker did not want to see the size of whumper, if this was whumpee.
Clang! The metallic ending fell out of the wall, scraping against the stone flooring. The oven mitted hands broke the binds keeping them stuck close-knit behind whumpee's back. Stumbling to stand, the world spun. Loud than quiet, ears ringing, black flashes. Their feet faltered to find their standing.
Whumpee thought they were doing fantastic, but caretaker watched them sway. Whumpee shared them a nervous smirk. As caretaker rummaged through the bag they balled up their oven mitts.
"Okay whumpee we're goin-"
Caretaker awoke a few seconds later pawing the back of their hand at their face, smearing blood from their nose all over their own face. They sputtered, wheezing as the pain radiated throughout their face.
They glanced back just in time to watch whumpee drag their new chain accessory over the window sill, a splotchy trail of blood leading after them.
"What the fuck?"
Whumpee tripped upon landing, but crawled to back to a standing point. Their hand instinctively patted the dampened bandages, and they grinned at the wonder of painkillers. Simeon? They scoffed. Simeon is dead.
Caretaker is coming to the rescue of a dangerous brutish unit of a whumpee. However when they arrive, a whumpee despite their size, remains scared and minimized
