#ghost caretaker

[whumpy-wyrms]

ghost whumpee who was whumper’s previous captive and is now the current whumpee’s caretaker my beloved

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🍽 - A special treat of their choice for Silver

"It's been forever since I had any sweets" said Silver, picking up cupcake like it was about to disappear if he wasn't careful. "I don't even remember how they taste, just that I once liked them"

That day, Nona managed to sneak in the wedding reception and after all guests were gone, she grabbed few sweets, including strawberry cupcake.

"I should probably save it for later" Silver hesitated.

"If you do it, will spoil soon and we will have to throw it out" Nona prompted.

"I still feel guilty for thinking that I could eat it"

"If you don't then time I spend hunting it will be wasted"

"Right, I guess old habits really do die hard"

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In the end, it was decided that cupcake will be consumed after the dinner.

"Apparently sweets taste the best after main meal" Silver explained.

Though in this cast it was more like "only meal" not "main meal" since Nona had difficulties getting food for more than one meal a day.

Silver raised cupcake and after few seconds of hesitation, bit into it. And the moment he did, he almost melted. He chewed it slowly with eyes closed.

"it's so soft" he said. "I think it's the best ting I ever ate. I wish I could bake it and eat every day"

"You can bake? Since when?"

"Since forever I think. Even before my training... I often cooked and baked for my Mater, but I was never allowed to eat anything I made"

"That's so cruel"

"That's why I escaped"

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🧣 - A fluffy blanket for Silver please :)

This would be in future, when Silver can freely communicate with Nona

Also you reminded me this series exists. 

I have a tab with draft for the next chapter open for like 2 months now, but i became really good at ignoring it

Hinges creaked as Nona opened the old chest. It was hidden behind  so many layers of dust and spider web that finding it felt more like an archeology hunt, rather than decluttering an old attic. 

Inside she saw some fabrics. Clothes, or maybe costumes. She began to take them, and then she noticed a soft texture under her fingers.

“Silver” she called, half physically - half directly to the mind “You gotta see this!”

He appeared soon, sleepy but curious. He was getting used to her presence and all of the afterlife shenanigans. 

He made the soft “hmm?” sound.

“Look, what they had there!” Nona grabbed the blanket and let it unfold.

Now, They managed to get some cover for Silver. He wasn’t forced to sleep under the carpet anymore, but this was different. 

Blanket had a pleasant color and it was big. It could be folded in half and would still be wide enough to wrap it all around oneself. It will be so comfy to do so on chilly nights. 

Silver beamed.

His home just became a bit cozier

“Let’s wash it first”

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BTHB - Shaking and Shivering

Bit of Silver's past! enjoy!

Tw/cw: Pet Whump, cold, stress position, conditioning

“Sir… please…” the boy said weakly, pulling Master’s sleeve

“I don’t recall giving you permission to speak,” Master said with a dangerously low voice.

Silver winced, but didn’t speak more. It would not end well for him. Instead he got closer to the man hoping he could get at least a little bit warmer that way.

“What is wrong with you?” Master said angrily and slapped him on the face so hard that Silver fell on the ground. 

“What was that?” Master asked him with fire in his eyes

“Sorry, sorry…”

“I did not tell you to apologize, just  answer my question”

“I was cold, I’m sorry, I just wanted to get warm…”

“Oh, you were cold?” Master walked up to him “I gave you a long-sleeved shirt and you dare complain about the cold?”

“Sorry, sorry, It won’t happen again…” Silver cried almost not paying attention to snow gently falling on his head. 

“Yeah, it won’t” said Master “I will make sure of it”

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He was already used to being tied up in all sorts of uncomfortable positions, this one wasn’t even that bad. He was just standing with his wrists bound over his head. No, the worst part was where he was bound. Usually punishments took place at home, but today he had a rare opportunity to think about his behavior in the garage. Walls protected him from the wind, but it still was so, so cold. His shoe privileges were taken away and he was forced to stand barefoot on the cold concrete. 

“Now you will think twice, before complaining about a bit of snow”

“Yes, master” Silver said, grinning his teeth, to prevent them from chattering.

Master smirked and turned away, but when he was about to disappear behind the corner he stopped and went back. 

“I would have forgotten,” he said with a smile, cruel enough to make the boy shiver. 

He grabbed a hose and turned it on, then directed the waterflow under Silver’s feet, until a small puddle formed. 

And there he was thinking it couldn’t get worse.

“Hope you will spend that time thinking how you could have prevented this” master said, leaving Silver alone with his thoughts. 

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How could I have prevented this? Silver kept repeating in his mind over and over again, as the water’s surface slowly started to freeze. He could have been better, was that it? But he tried so hard to be good.  He did everything he was ordered, everything he was trained for. Apparently this was not enough. But then what is enough?  He did everything everything… What is the point then? A lone through appeared. You did everything you could. Is anything better that way? the voice inside him said. Oh nononono, Silver knew this voice. He thought he would never hear it again, he thought the defiance inside him was crushed and burned long ago. 

“Being defiant will bring you nothing but pain and misery” he whispered the trainer's words. “If you will be defiant you will end up hurt and hopeless’

Oh that’s right, i forgot. The voice said Being defiant will end your peaceful life. You could end up tied up and burned, you could end up having your head slammed into a floor just because someone thought that would be funny, you could end up sleeping on hard concrete every day, you could end up tied up in a garage, shaking and shivering as the world freezes around you…

“Shut up!” Silver shouted “You lie, you… It’s still better than…”

Better than what?

Tell me, Silver, how can your life be any worse?

What is the point of all of that?

In his bounds, the boy was shaking. Maybe it was cold, maybe it was anger.

What was the point of trying?

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Taglist: @myst-in-the-mirror @kim-poce @extemporary-whump

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Hello friend, here is the drawing of Silver and Nona. Thanks for your help.

(By the way, in the second image only changes Nona's ear in case you like that version better)

it's so pretty i'm gonna cry. You captured tham both so good( T﹏T )

I love the tears on Silver's face and soft reassurance he's getting form Nona. And transparency. And everything.

Tell me is there any way to stral your art skills?

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Ghost Caretaker

At least! New chapter!

It's not that good, but it's best i could do at the moment

Tw/cw: Attempt at self-starvation, fear of re-capture, (i can’t think of anything else, but if i missed anything let me know!)

Silver was filled with regret and good food.

He just had the best meal in his life, but the guilt still haunted him. He should have left the food alone.

He promised to himself that next time he won’t eat anything.

Well, maybe next, next time

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Nona looked at the boy. He still did not see her, but he was eating what she left him, and gaining strength. He discovered where blankets and pillows were found and made himself a better bed. During the day he was going out to collect some brushwood. Yet, he still wasn’t able to light fire under it. Maybe Nona should look around for some matches or lighter? But if there were any in the old shack, they would probably be too old and wet to be of any use. She should look around the city then. But she couldn’t think of a place where she could find matches in good condition. Well, there were stores or people’s homes but that would be stealing and she would not steal.

Maybe there was a way to pay for it? Box of matches couldn’t be that expensive. Still, Nona had absolutely no money. She also had little to none means to acquire money, so…

thud

the sound wasn’t too loud or not especially abnormal, but it alerted her. She half-walked half-floated to the place where the sound came from, and stuck her head through the wall.

She rapidly backed up. There were two men, one olded something. Even though she was sure they couldn’t see her, her instincts told her the opposite.

“Yeah, I could believe mutt would choose this place to hide”

So they were there for the boy. Nona looked around and saw he was alerted too, throwing glances around to choose one of possible hiding spots. Before he made a decision, Nona grabbed him and pulled a ladder that led to the half-floor. Or at least, tried to pull him, but her hands clipped through the boy. She tried again, this time focusing on grabbing his shirt. It worked better, which must have meant moving inanimate objects was easier. Noted for later, but now she had to get him out of there.

Boy must have picked up what she meant, or gotten a similar idea, because he started to climb by himself as two men outside tried to kick down the doors. His last limb disappeared just in time when they came into the main room.

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Silver tried to breathe as quietly as possible. He knew they would come back for him, he knew resisting would only make things worse, but he couldn’t, couldn’t bring himself to just let himself be captured again, not yet…

They searched the main room, casually opening chests and throwing stuff on the floor. If it goes like this, they will find him.

Then he felt that weird pulling on his clothes again. He turned back and saw the window wide open. It was closed before, wasn't it? Eh, no use to think about it now, let’s just get out of there.

He quietly as possible moved to the window. It was high, but he should be fine if he had fallen. The problem was the noise he for sure would make. They will hear him, and go check it out, and then find him, and he won’t be able to outrun them for sure. Making no sound was his only option right now. He put one leg through the window, then the second one. He wanted to hang on hands and then let go when he was sure he was as close to the ground as possible. And then he felt something pushing his foot upwards. At first he thought there was someone else who waited outside to catch him and his heart skipped a beat. He tried to climb back, he supported himself on the window frame, something kept pushing him up and suddenly he found himself on the shack's roof. He looked down carefully. No one was there. Did he just imagine it? No, it couldn’t be, he clearly felt the support. Something weird was going on. Maybe it was related to that dream and fresh food he kept finding in a long abandoned place? He will have to figure it out. That is, if he won’t be taken back to Master.

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The boy was outside, relatively safe in place two men were least likely to check. Yet, if they stay there for long, who knows what might happen? If there was a way to convince them to leave? Maybe luring them out with some noise from outside? They will think it's a boy they look for and go for a chase?

She sighed. This plan had so many holes in it. What if all the rustle she makes won’t be strong enough to get their attention? What if they think it's an animal and ignore the sound? What if they won’t find anyone so they will go back?

Honestly at that point it might be best to try to convince them the house is haunted. But that will require a lot of preparation, setting up hard to see strings and stuff so she could move furniture around and stay unnoticed. If it would work it would be the most certain way to get rid of unwanted guests, but what kind of adult would believe a house is haunted just because some tables and cupboards were moved by a string?

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Taglist: @myst-in-the-mirror @sideblogformindtrash @kim-poce

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Ghost Caretaker

Cw/Tw: Pet whump, fear of re-capture, cold, hunger, conditioned behaviour.

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Silver shivered.

It was getting late and he should rest a little. Was it any use to run if he had a tracker? There he could sleep and not get wet from rain and… he looked around and spotted a folded blanket on the floor. It was old and it was probably used more like a rug, or a cleaning cloth but... Silver crawled up there, snached the blanket and wrapped himself in it. It was warm, even if it had few holes in it. He backed up to corner and sooner than he would expected, exhaustion put him into sleep

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“Hey” a gentle voice said. He opened his eyes. He wasn’t lying on the floor in the blanket. He was at the chair in… the shack looked similar, but it was cleaner and there was fire in the fireplace.

“I’m sorry I'm doing this like that…” there was girl next to him, sitting cross legged on the floor “I tried to contact you as soon as i came back home, but you were not reacting”

“Who- are you sent by Master?”

“oh, I don’t know him. I kind of live there? Well no one else seemed to use it, so I thought it would be fine if I stayed there.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone was there… Please, I will be good I’m sorry i didn’t hear you ”

“Oh, it’s no problem, I still haven't figured out all of this stuff.” she gestured in the air “But apparently I managed to slide into your dreams… so guess that’s good. Anyway what i wanted to say is that you must be pretty hungry right now, isn’t that right?”

“I’m sorry i was bad i ran away i don’t deserve to eat and…”

Girl sigh

“Listen, I’m like, really new to the whole stuff… but I think it’s good you ran away.”

“You think so?”

“Yes, your Master could hurt you, and I don’t want you to get hurt. “

“You- you really don’t want me hurt?” He repeated. It was all so confusing

“Yes. And that’s why I bought you some food. I put it into the cabinet, the one closest to the door. Eat some when you wake up”

“Uh… of-of course” Silver was too scared to oppose.

“That’s great,” the girl responded

They sit next to each other in awkward silence for while

“I don’t know how to turn that dream thing off” she said finally

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Wind outside got louder and he woke up. He scratched his head. There was a thing… something at the back of his head… Oh, he had a dream. What was it about? He remembered a girl, in a place similar to the shack. They sat

next to each other in awkward silence for really long. Yeah, that was a weird dream.But now he was cold and he couldn’t sit all day. Maybe he could find a candle to make this place a bit warmer…

Oh

There was also something about food in that dream? Something about the kitchen cabinet. He must have been really hungry. Still it was not a bad idea to check for resources. Maybe he’ll find a cup, or a plate?

He checked all the cabinets. There was a fork and an old spoon and oh yes! there were a few plates indeed! Silver continued poking around and… oh. He could not believe his eyes. There was a small package, wrapped in paper, put into a plastic bag. It wasn’t outstanding and it was probably old anyway and the smell must have been just an illusion born from hunger and a weird dream, but when he ripped paper there was food! Potatoes and a few halves of chops. He felt tears appearing. He was so hungry and he had food and…

And he should not eat that.

He ran away.

He did not deserve food.

He put it back in the cabin.

Maybe doing some chores will help him forget about both hunger and food that was so close.

Silver found a broom and swept the floor.

Then he decided to wipe the counters.

And also the cabinets.

He took food out of the last one just to clean it.

He looked at the package.

He opened it and took a bite of chop, only to immediately split it out.

He backed up.

And then he ate all of it.

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Taglist: @myst-in-the-mirror @sideblogformindtrash @kim-poce

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Silver having a nightmare??

First it was just a sound, low, vibrating and feeling of unease. Then he heard his Master’s voice. He couldn’t understand the words but he knew this voice. He cried.

Then..

Then it was cold…

cold cold, his fingers were made from ice, and the metal pole he was strapped on froze his spine.

“Ah.. ple.. Please!” he choked out. Master must have heard him. He must have. If he didn't, Silver would die here… just like that. Because of one mistake “Please i won’t do it anymore” he begged. But no one came. He held back the tears, afraid they would freeze on his checks.

“please…”

It was getting colder. Why was it getting colder? Was it even possible? Why…

“hey...”

“Hey!”

He jumped on the mattress

“you good, buddy?” Nona asked

“so cold…” he managed to say

“oh, I’m so sorry!” Nona took her hands back “I didn't mean to… you looked like you had a nightmare i wanted to help...”

“It’s not your fault” Silver curled up. He was grateful for Nona and all she did for him, but sometimes he wished there would be someone who could hold him.