Whumpee high as fuck on painkillers and just, gushing about how much they liked Caretaker and their new home but it’s littered with comparisons that make Caretaker heart ache.
“Thank you, for the bed, it’s comfy- it’s like, a big-uh, it’s big, and um, warm, and so much better than the floor…” Whumpee gazed at them like they had hung the moon and the stars, voice earnest even as they stumbled a bit on the words.
“No worries,” Caretaker tries not to let their expression shift, “How are you feeling right now?”
“I feel…sleepy. Good sleepy, not bad sleepy,” whumpee wrinkles their nose, as if remembering something disgusting, “Can I go to sleep? I’ll be good, I promise.”
Caretakers stomach turned, but they kept their placid smile. “Yeah, go ahead and get some rest honey, you’re always good.”
Whumpee shakes their head, chuckling slightly. “Only you say that. Everyone else says that I’m not.”
“Don’t listen to them-“ Caretaker stopped themselves from saying what they really thought, which included a lot of profanity, “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”
Whumpee nods earnestly, even as they scoot down deeper into bed. “I won’t, you’re my master now, it only matters what you say.” The matter of fact way they said it made it obvious that those words weren’t their own, but beaten into them.
Caretaker opened their mouth, trying to figure out where to start, but Whumpee continued.
“You’re so nice to me, the nicest. I hope you’re my master forever… I’ll be as good as possible, I promise…” Whumpee suddenly had a catch in their voice, “Do you- If I’m very, very good…would you keep me forever?”
The conditioning needed to be undone, yes, and it would be. But right now, whumpee was gazing up at them with the most hopeful, teary eyes, so high on painkillers that Caretaker doubted they’d remember anyway, and they caved.
“Of course sweetheart, of course.”
