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Shissōnin Sōsakuhan

[whumppuppeteer]

Maylancholy day 25: Drugged and defenseless

Tag: @may-lancholy

This fic contains: hacker whumpee, drugging,

Whumpee was never supposed to be a field agent. Whumpee's place was far away from the action safe and sound behind a computer screen. Unfortunately things never went their way.

They couldn't help adjusting and re-adjusting their hair. Trying to get it to look right. So much hairspray, wasted.

An exclusive party. The only time when several key figures would be seen together out in the open. It was impossible to pass up.

It was also incredibly difficult to get in. Between the strict guest list, intricate invitations, and deliberately short notice. It was near impossible to sneak in.

Even the staff were heavily scrutinized, no one new, no one they don't recognize.

It was pure luck really, when Whumpee's day job called, telling them they were catering the event.

They tried to look as nonchalant as possible as they double checked the carts of food. It was just another workday right? They just had to keep a close eye on some of the guests, maybe find out their plans.

And try to ignore the fact they were now walking into a room full of criminals who could easily kill Whumpee if they found out who they were.

Just a perfectly normal workday.

Whumpee kept their head low and their ears open as they walked around serving snacks to the guests. Trying not to catch anyone's attention. It was hard to keep calm, every time someone acknowledged their existence, they feared everyone would see right through them. That they'd just know they were up to something.

They were so lost in their thoughts they managed to trip over their own feet and stumble into a guest.

Oh fuck they're gonna kill me. I'm going to die. I'm gonna die right here over the shrimp and crackers.

They scrambled to pick up their appetizers shoving them back onto their tray haphazardly. Their cheeks burned, of all the times to make a fool of themselves!

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" They whispered to the guest. The guest leaned over.

"Oh dear, let me help you." Their face came into view of Whumpee and they smiled at them.

Whumpee froze.

That's the boss. That's fucking Whumper! Shit they were hyperventilating?! Calm down. calm down!

"Uh, it's alright! I got it!"

Whumpee quickly shoved the rest of the entrees onto their tray and shot to their feet.

Before they could rush back to the safety of the kitchen, Whumper laid a hand on their shoulder. Even gripping lightly Whumpee could feel the strength in their hand.

"You are just a bundle of nerves aren't you?" They reached into their suit, did they have a gun?!

No, it was just a flask. "Here, something to keep the edge off, we don't want another incident tonight." They laughed, amused, and held out the flask.

"I- I'm not supposed to drink on the job." They stammered out, technically true, but mostly they wanted far away from here.

"Don't be ridiculous, it's just a bit, to soothe the nerves. If a guest requests it it should be fine right?" They pushed the flask closer and Whumpee realized they weren't about to take no for an answer.

Reluctantly they took a sip from the flask. They just wanted to get this interaction over with.

"See, there we go. No big deal."

Bastards.

Whumpee took the ruined tray back to the kitchen. Dumping the remains into the trash.

God, what was in that drink? Whumpee felt the floor begin to sway under them already, they hadn't taken that much right? Why did they feel so awful?

Maybe they needed some fresh air. Whumpee left through the back door and leaned against cool brick of the alleyway.

They slid down to the ground, the strength sapped from their limbs.

Whumper appeared the back door.

"Y'know, I almost didn't recognize you. Whumpee."

"What?... How?" Whumpee wanted to run, but they couldn't move anymore.

"You put on the caterer act pretty convincingly. But that voice was unmistakable. I don't forget my enemies."

Whumper smiled as Whumpee's face filled with dawning horror.

"Don't worry, it's not poison. I won't kill you. Yet. I am very curious however, how much your team will give up to have you back."

That was the last thing Whumpee heard before the world faded away.

[gods-mistaken-existence]

febuwhump 2026 #011

broken fingers- febuwhump 2026 prompt list @febuwhump

Hacker prompt bc i don't have the feel to write it:

Hacker getting caught and interrogated by superhero so they try stalling till supervillain can save them but superhero breaks their fingers so even after the get saved by the villain team they can't go back to their job as a hacker due to their injuries.

[whmp]

Sleep - Whumpmas in July 3

// cw: sleep deprivation, being watched/stalked this little story is about a whumpee named Nicky being blackmailed by a hacker who forces him to stay awake! hope you’ll like it. : )

lovely prompt by @whumpmasinjuly

Nicky is sitting in front of the screen, his face resting in his hands. His head is motionless and he hums to himself quietly, desperately trying to stay awake. A loud buzz screeches from the computer’s internal speaker - the loud one. The one that starts going apeshit when something bad happens to the computer’s guts. Nick jumps and inhales sharply. He looks into the webcam and blinks several times, trying to compose himself.

“I-I’m not asleep! Look!” he smiles meekly and tries very hard not to cry - surprisingly, he succeeds, too tired to do even that.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PRESS THE BUTTON EVERY 10 MINUTES” “YOU DID NOT PRESS THE BUTTON” “ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME UPSET?”

Nicky grabs his hair and whimpers. The messages appearing on his computer made him feel sick to his stomach. Is he being watched at all times? Are those multiple people, taking turns, making sure he doesn’t sleep? Or just a single, especially cruel and dedicated person? It’s not the first time they appear, but hopefully the last. “Sorry! I’m very sorry, please, I-I just got confused, I wasn’t sleeping, I thought I clicked the button, I wasn’t s-sleeping, this is…” turns out, that as exhaustive as crying is, it just sort of happens and there’s no way of stopping it. He starts sobbing and mumbling some barely coherent apologies, while pressing the prompt on his desktop over and over again. His eyes are red from the overabundance of tears and the lack of sleep. He looks miserable, which is how his new tormentor likes it.

“THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING” “EIGHT HOURS TO GO” “I AM WATCHING”

“Yes! Yes, just eight, I’m sorry, I’ll be awake, I’ll stay up like you told me to, It’s okay. It’s going to b-be okay, It’ll be okay. I’m sorry. I’ll be good and okay. It’s going to be okay.” Nicky smiled to comfort himself and started to nod his head up and down. He really wanted to do something, anything, but just staying awake was an effort in itself. His head felt like a ten tonne sphere made out of steel, carefully balanced on a pencil. He just has to make sure it doesn’t fall. Nicky grabs his cheek and painfully digs his nails deep into his face to make himself stay in touch with the real world. It’s just eight more hours of this, right? What’s the worst that could come after? It’s going to be okay.

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Shissōnin Sōsakuhan

[just-whump-and-suffering]

Don't you just love it when the hacker character get abducted?