Whumpee wakes up on a soft pile of moss.
A rough, heavy hand rests on the small of their back. "You slept well?"
"...Yeah," Whumpee says drowsily, pushing onto their arms. "Is this your bed?"
"Yours now," Monster whumper murmurs. The heavy, clawed fingers help Whumpee sit upright.
Whumpee feels the heavy collar still fixed around their neck. "How long was I out?"
Whumper's head cocks to one side. "It matters?"
"I guess not..." Whumpee looks down, "...do I have to be chained?"
The roughened hand lays on Whumpee's bowed head, "You would chain me, if you were the master."
One that tortures whumpee psychologically. Nightmares, hallucinations, lapses of memory, sudden taste or smell of blood, visions of their own death.
That thing in the corner of their eye when they look in the mirror, it creeps ever so closer every time.
With time, reality shifts and nightmares seem so so real. That creature, whumper, is just real enough that the pain feels authentic but also still only in their mind.
There is no living person to fight, to struggle with, to report to friends or police or anyone, to kill.
Bonus points if the whumpee did or is doing something bad and the eldritch horror whumper is the manifestation of guilt for that action.
Hey hey again! Here's part three of my submission for @whumpsandwhimpers 's character, Jonathan Abran! Let the horrors commence!
His torn shirt came off first, so threadbare he could hardly feel it. His pants followed, peeling off from his skin painfully.
For a brief, horrifying moment, he feared this ghost would strip him entirely. Leave him a perfect meal for the vampires bearing down on him.
But instead, the ghost forced his trembling hands towards the clothes' pile. His roughened hands touched a deep red silky shirt. If the material kissed his fingers, it smoothed on like a second skin when he was made to pull it over his head.
He felt himself stop resisting the ghost's puppetry when he drew on the satin trousers. As a man used to toil, hardship, and work by the sweat of his brow, he had never felt clothing that moulded so well to his body.
It felt foreign, yet strangely comforting. He tried to touch the material but the ghost within would not let him. It kept him frozen.
He didn't have long to wonder why.
The mirror exit broke apart as the horde of vampires burst through. The ones in the front halted, the others sweeping around as all eyes trained on Jonathan.
Like a pack of wolves intent on the slaughter, their eyes gleamed in the dying light.
Was the ghost holding him in place for the vampires? His body still rigid, Jonathan tried to force the spirit out. He didn't know why. Perhaps the determination not to be consumed gave him courage.
His body loosened all at once. Like a rubberband untensed. The feeling pooled in the back of his throat. Jonathan fell to his hands and knees, retching out a viscous white form that pooled on the floor. With a shrieking howl, the puddle dried up in a poof of thin smoke.
"I lost control to that?" Jonathan gasped.
Then he remembered the vampires. Looking up sharply, he saw them frozen in place, staring not at him but behind him.
Before he could think, he felt something curl under his chin. The gentle touch of a dozen fingers.
Curiosity guided Jonathan to look over his shoulder. But a breath probed his ear first, and the voice of a thousand tongues murmured, "Look at me...and your mind...will belong to nothing else."
His brain churned painfully just to pick out the English words from so many languages.
"Why?" He asked, eyes cast to the floor for safety. "Why me?"
A heavy pulse beat behind him. The way the frequency warbled indicated this being was laughing at him. As the hand guided him to stand, he heard its reply:
"Why not you?"
A dark, heavy cloud passed Jonathan from both sides, bearing down on the horde of vampires. The spell broke. At once, they shrieked and thrashed about, clawing at the darkness around them, trying to escape. Their bodies sank into boneless puddles on the floor, features swirling into each other. Until Jonathan only saw bleeding eyes and screaming teeth lost in the dark.
Then the shadows cracked and broke, falling like obsidian glass to the floor.
Light burned into his retinas. He shut his eyes, waiting for the pain to subside. But then, shouts, applause, wild cries that sounded...inhuman.
He heard the being him make an announcement, and the cries surged louder. He picked out "Galaxy" among the unknown words.
Then, a long thin necklace was placed around his neck. The bottom of it struck against the lowest point of his v-neck. Was this being...styling him?
Another announcement. "Earth" now stood out to him.
The second necklace now. Shorter, heavier, its metal more dull than the first.
"Human." The third necklace was composed entirely of linked diamonds.
And finally, the announcement he waited for most of all. "Man."
The last round of applause nearly filled this interdimensional space.
"What are you?" Jonathan whispered.
"I am...the Hungering," he heard as the last necklace wound tightest around his throat.
It felt cold against his skin, a thousand sharp links that cut if he moved too quickly. "What do you hunger for?"
"Knowledge...beauty...broken...things..."
Somehow, Jonathan could feel the Hungering's eyes upon him. As if its eyes had fingers that felt every part of him. His silk clothes pushed close to his skin, giving him a cooling sensation without a hand touching him.
"...will I still go mad if I look at you?" he asked. Sight would make these odd feelings less terrifying.
"Not...from below..."
Suddenly the highest necklace pulled. Jonathan fell backwards, landing heavily on his side. The wind knocked from his lungs and he could smell the blood the necklace had drawn from his skin.
Pressing the wound, Jonathan looked up. A creature of shifting features and a hundred arms sat above him. Its robes were made of galaxies, the hem pooling over the creature's feet (of which animal, Jonathan did not recognize.) The pair of hollow eyes locked with his, while the nearest hand reached for his throat. A black tongue glided out from its palm.
"W--wait--!" Jonathan jerked back. But not far enough.
The tongue curled around his neck. "Forgive me..."
He felt its mucus seal the incisions in his skin. But the tongue lingered, almost affectionately. Realizing this being meant to heal him, Jonathan relaxed his body, trying to accept what was happening.
As the Hungering held him there, he noticed other creatures seated around the throne. Beings he had never seen, some which hurt his eyes to look upon. Each wore silken clothing to enhance their beauty, each wore necklaces to label what they were. Some a few, some a dozen.
"Did you hunger for them too?"Jonathan wondered.
A sensation permeated through his body at once. He felt a thousand sighs wash through him. His eyes rolled back in his head as a wave of euphoria left him weightless. His bones turned to lead and even in his stupor, he sensed the Hungering tongue was the only support that saved him from falling into nothingness.
"...yes..."
The tongue loosened, curling with a final, teasing flick under Jonathan's chin. The Hungering eyes smiled upon him, but he could not hold their gaze long.
Rubbing his damp neck, Jonathan moved closer to the throne. As he leaned against the Hungering's robes, he remarked quietly, "Well...lucky us, then."
For the wholesome whump prompt: Eldritch deity whumper?
hmm, let's see...
Whumper doesn't realize how fragile Whumpee is compared to them. What should've been a gentle hug with their tentacles...may or may not have broken a rib. Not to worry! Whumper can fix it! Hmm, bandages, those are what mortals use these days isn't it? Well, they tried that, but now their little Whumpee looks like a cocooned caterpillar... wasn't Whumper supposed to use the whole roll though? Whumpee probably just needs to sleep it off- and Whumper can help! They probably should've told Whumpee what was in their dinner before feeding it to them, but they only panicked for a couple seconds before they fell asleep. Phew, keeping a mortal human is harder than it looks.
tl;dr? Whumper tries to be a Caretaker but fails spectacularly.
I love it when mentally exhausted, physically drained Whumpees finally muster the courage to beg, "Please don't kill me."
And when the most grotesque, horrific, lovecraftian Whumpers lean over Whumpee and answer with genuine bewilderment, "...Why would I kill you?"
"You're beautiful," hits different when a grotesque Whumper of eyes and limbs caresses a frightened Whumpee.
"Don't leave me," hits different when Whumper is a shadow in the dark, swallowing Whumpee in a labyrinth of darkness and mind games.
"I'll get you home safe," hits different when a disfigured, vampiric Whumper collects the collapsed Whumpee they've just drained of blood in a back alley.
"You belong with me," hits different when sleep-paralysis Whumper paralyzes Whumpee with fear and nightmares.
"I want you," hits different when Demon Whumper possesses Whumpee's body until their hearts beat together.
Idk, it hits different.
