#fast drabble

[worldofwhumpcraft]

Day 3: Lost

distant sequel to this post

Whumpee stood in front of the full length mirror, staring at their reflection. A stranger looked back at them.

Whumpee's hair was darkening at the roots again, their blond ends hanging limply around their shoulders. They'd cut it soon. It was the only trace of Whumper they could get rid of. They couldn't pull out the lenses he'd fixed to their eyes, wipe away the perfectly curved eyebrows he'd inked to their skin, or take back the surgery he'd done that had permanently altered the shape of their face.

Their heart clenched in their chest as they turned about, taking in their full reflection. Whumpee was gorgeous now, perfectly symmetrical and conventionally stunning, muscled in the right places and slim in the others. Whumpee's eyes squeezed shut. They told themself over and over that the outside didn't matter, that it didn't make someone who they are. They knew they still Whumpee, they knew they were still themself.

And yet, Whumpee couldn't help but feel they had lost such a big part of themself, ripped away without their knowledge or the courtesy of an explanation.

Hours passed. Whumpee was fixed in front of the mirror, gazing deep into the green eyes of their reflection, searching for a reason to the madness. But they didn't know any better than Whumpee, not when they were someone Whumpee didn't know anymore. The only bit of themself they recognized was in the stray tears that slid down their cheek.

[meteora-writes]

2020 Fast Drabbles #1

It’s stupid how happy Nick feels when he finds a never been opened Monopoly game. It’s the fucking apocalypse and he should be happy like this to find something useful, like food, or weapons.

But no, he found a fucking board game and he’s so giddy he has to run and show Troy. Troy, who looks very confused when Nick shoves a game box at into his chest with a big, manic grin.

“It’s a game,” Troy says dryly before pushing it away and back against Nick’s own chest.

“Dude, it’s not just a board game. It’s Monopoly. And we’re taking it with us,” Nick exclaims loudly. They’ve been digging around this wreck of a store for an hour and only come up with a few cans of food and some clean clothes to change into. This is a way better find than any of that.

“It’s a game about capitalism and rent gouging,” Troy counters with a roll of his eyes. “What’s so special about that?”

With a snort of a laugh Nick tucks the box under his arm and shakes his head. “It’s fun. And I used to play it with my family when I was a kid.”

Troy eyes him up and down before turning and going back to digging through the contents of multiple knocked over shelves that spilled out in the rest of the store. They still might find something useful. “Stick it with the rest of the stuff and get back to digging. We shouldn’t stay here much longer.”

With a grin Nick steps into Troy’s personal space and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before tossing the game box with their supplies and heading off to the other end of the store.

Troy huffs a laugh and tries not to let Nick see him smile at how ridiculous his boyfriend.