“Your defiance amuses me,” said Whumper with a grin, “everything I’ve done and you still have that fiery spirit.”
“Oh just you wait,” Whumpee spat, “Caretaker will come for me, and when they do, you’ll be sorry you ever laid a hand on me!”
“Oh really now? Say, just out of curiosity, you don’t mean this Caretaker right?” Whumper handed Whumpee a photo.
Whumpee felt their heart drop while the room around them seemed to turn into liquid as they stared down at the photo.
No, it-it can’t be! Whumpee thought frantically.
There, in the photo, was Caretaker. Slumped unconscious against a wall in a room similar to Whumpee’s, bloodied and bruised.
“Aww, don’t look so upset Whumpee, they had a pretty good rescue plan,” Whumper chuckled, “too bad there were more guards than they were planning on. Now that you’re both here though, we can have some real fun.”
Someone searching for Whumpee. They can hear them calling their name just beyond the door. But Whumper has a hand to their mouth and a knife to their throat.
Characters being used as bait is one of my favorite whump, being caught between wanting rescue and hoping nobody shows up
Bonus points if they themselves got caught while keeping someone else out of harm’s way
Yesss 👏 Even better if somebody does show up and ends up failing to rescue them and getting captured too, so the bait has to feel the guilt for successfully reeling them in
Character A is kidnapped and when Character B comes to rescue them, they remove the blindfold to see that A no longer has eyes
(sorry i can’t word it better. Or if it’s too much)
where my mind went with this is that Character A was the only one with the knowledge of how to break out of wherever they were being held captive, so when Character B announces they've come to help A escape, A's heart just sinks because now they're both trapped.
"It's going to be okay, A. You still remember the way out, right?" said B, untying the rope around A's hands.
"B, you need to go," A pleaded.
"Not without you. I need you. We're getting out of this together."
"B, we can't." A flinched as the blindfold was removed from their face. "I can't. I'm sorry."
The door creaked. Neither of them needed their sight to know who was standing in the frame. Whumper stepped forward, smug written all over their face. But that wasn't the worst thing.
"Looking for these?" they grinned.
For a sick, fleeting moment, B was glad that A couldn't see this. Whumper was holding out A's eyes in their bare hands.
"Why don't I leave them by the exit?" Whumper said. "A little reward for if you ever make it out of here. Which you won't. Oh, don't look at me like that B. I can always take yours too if you don't like what you're seeing."
Whumpee waking up in a hospital bed, surrounded by their team members. The relief on their faces is clear and Whumpee manages a soft smile despite their immense fatigue.
"Wait," they mutter, looking around the group. "Where's Caretaker?"
The smiles melt away and suddenly no one dares to look them in the eye.
Whumpee tries to sit up, and something heavy plunges into their stomach.
"He was there, at the rescue, I saw him! What-- what happened?!"
Caretaker was supporting Whumpee’s weight while dragging them along the side of the road. Their car had broken down about a mile back and it would only be a matter of time until Whumper discovered they were on foot.
Whumpee whimpered and buried their face in Caretaker’s chest. “Leave me behind,” they slurred. “You can make it. Get help…”
“No way,” Caretaker forced out between laboured breaths. “Shut up and save your strength.” Caretaker stopped and looked around. “We need to get off the road… C’mon.”
Whumpee stumbled along blindly as Caretaker lead them into the dark forest, their feet getting caught on fallen branches and roots. Time blurred as Whumpee focused only on staying upright, until Caretaker stopped.
In front of them a river tore through the forest, with a wooden bridge suspended above. The wood was old and worn, with more than one piece already broken in. The entrance had been blocked off with a Danger sign.
“Doesn’t look safe,” Whumpee murmured and tightened their grip on Caretaker’s shoulders.
“It’s really not,” a voice drawled from behind. They froze.
No. No, it couldn’t be. They had been ahead, they shouldn’t be able to be found…
But behind them Whumper leaned against a tree with a grin. “But go ahead,” they said softly. “Try getting across. Humour me.”
Whumpee’s knees gave out. They failed.
(Whumptember, day 15: “This doesn’t look safe”
Old bridge | failed rescue | forest)
whumper about to raise hell on whumpee, fist clenched, already gripping them by their throat, when caretaker appears like a ray of light to fight whumper away
either dead set on making whumper pay, clutching a loaded gun with ice-cold fury—“Get your filthy hands off of them. Right now.”
or trembling and terrified for whumpee’s life, gripping a blunt weapon they’ve never used, fear just barely overshadowed by their desire to make sure whumpee is safe—“No! Don’t touch them! G-get away!”
#212
content: captivity, choking, fear of death, guns, caretaker turned whumpee, failed rescue
"I'll fucking kill you!" Whumper screamed right in Whumpee's face. They had them pinned to the wall by their throat, squeezing so hard that Whumpee could barely breathe. Their other hand was already raised, fist clenched, ready to break Whumpee's nose or cheek. Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut. This was it. They were going to die.
"Get your filthy hands off of them. Right now."
They knew that voice. Whumpee hesitantly opened their eyes a little, and there, behind Whumper, they saw their best friend. With a gun in hand.
Whumper let go, and they fell to the ground, coughing and choking. "Come now," Whumper said in a placating manner. "No need for all this."
Caretaker cocked the gun. "You're coming with me, and you're explaining everything to the police. They're on their way."
"Surely, we can reach a more satisfying solution—"
Caretaker shifted the gun about a metre to the left and shot into the wall. A warning shot. "A more satisfying solution is me fucking killing you for what you've done. So don't fucking test me."
Whumpee was still on the ground, still as they could be, honestly a little afraid of their friend at the moment.
"Okay," Whumper said, putting their hands in the air. "Okay. I'll talk to police."
"Damn right you will."
—
"I'll fucking kill you!" Whumper screamed right in Whumpee's face. They had them pinned to the wall by their throat, squeezing so hard that Whumpee could barely breathe. Their other hand was already raised, fist clenched, ready to break Whumpee's nose or cheek. Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut. This was it. They were going to die.
"Don't touch them! G-Get away!"
They knew that voice. Whumpee hesitantly opened their eyes a little, and there, behind Whumper, they saw their best friend. With a… metal pipe in hand? Where did they get that?
Whumper let go, and they fell to the ground, coughing and choking. "Come now," Whumper purred, turning around to face Caretaker. "What are you going to do to me with that?"
"Whatever I need to," Caretaker said with fierce determination.
"Oh? Whatever you need to?" Whumper began slowly advancing on them, and Caretaker kept backing up.
"Just run!" Whumpee croaked.
"I'm going to keep you safe!" Caretaker said in a shaky voice.
"Mmm, I love a fiery display." Within a split second, Whumper lunged at Caretaker, tackling them to the floor and wrenching the pipe from their hand. "Let's see what damage a pipe like this can do."
