WSFSP - Chaos
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Might delete this later!
cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, institutionalized slavery, romantic whumpee, conditioned whumpees, multiple whumpees, drugging mention, abuse mention, dubcon mention
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“Hi.”
Joey almost didn’t hear him, ear pressed to the speaker of her radio, but she saw him. Wesley was tall and lanky, something hard to miss when he was standing right in front of you.
For a moment she wondered where Graham was, always two steps behind, but realized he was more than likely still in bed. Wesley liked to sneak out alone in the early hours of the morning.
Picking up her head and resting it in the palm of her hand, she strung up a smile. She was ever so good at pretending those. “Hello.” She lightened her voice, bubbly as her ma’am would have liked it.
He didn’t seem comfortable with that. “Can I… can I sit? Please?”
“Yes.” The rest of the sentence - whatever you like - was left unsaid, yet still there in a way, like he knew she’s gritting it back. It was probably sat right there in his throat too, waiting to be set free.
He knelt in the chair, knees bumping on the wood, sat uncomfortably. She was never like that herself, her ma’am always kind enough to allow her on the furniture, but she recalled Florence doing the same.
“Do you always listen to the radio?”
“Kind of.” She said, with a nod. “A lot of the time.”
Nicely Wesley flashed a smile, a pet smile, crooking his head in her direction. “You change the- the um… the station a lot. Why?”
“I’m just…,” biting her lip she turned away, “just looking for something.”
“What is it?” He pressed, resting his chin on his arms, crossed over the table. He seemed interested, curiosity painted over his expression. An innocent curiosity, not stemming from a rotting place of malice.
“My lady.”
“Oh.” He said, rolling that around in his head for a moment, before nodding. He refrained from looking her in the eye. “I- I kind of thought that.” Wesley paused for a moment, his lack of social skills obviously not preparing him for what to continue with. “Do you think you’ll find her?”
Tipping her head, she shrugged. “Sometimes.”
“Do you want to?”
“I’d rather not answer that.” She wasn’t so sure she had a satisfactory answer, or any answer at all. Definitely not one that could be put into words.
He bit at his lip, fingers curling into fists.“Sorry. Sorry.”
“You’re fine.”
“I don’t know if I want to see my sir again.” He said, quick and nearly a mumble, working his jaw.
“Mm.”
“I miss him… a lot. A lot, a lot. I think.” Gaze glazing over, Wesley had a little glint in his eye that made him look as if he was about to cry. “Do you think he would hate me now? If he knew I let you guys take me away and… and make me this?”
“I dunno.”
“I… hope he wouldn’t. I don’t like it when sir is mad at me.” Then he sounded like a child, one wishing their parent would not be angry with them instead of a human pet with a sir.
“I don’t think any pet wants their owner mad at them.” Joey’s smile was gone then, dropped in favor of the circumstances. “My ma’am… she got scary when she was angry. Violent.”
He lit up, almost with a strange excitement. “My sir, um, he made me lick his shoes once.” Giggling at his own words, it was out of place, but she was not unnerved.
“My lady liked to force me to eat until I threw up. Like cake and stuff. I hate cake.”
“My sir,” he was chuckling just thinking about it, “he’d give me this medicine that made me feel all weird and sleepy, and then dress me up funny. I can’t remember anything after that.”
Swallowing, she curled his hand into hers, remembering what Isaac had always done. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Wesley. You didn’t deserve any of that.” She thought maybe it was something he needed to hear
He was surprised by that. “But- but it’s funny… I was bad. I didn’t mean to-,” his lip trembled as he paused, holding himself back. She tightened her grip on his hand, and he copied her in return.
As he blinked back tears she said, “It’s okay, you can cry.” And he did just that, choking little hiccupy cries, practiced to be quiet.
A moment later, “Wesley?” Graham called, words shaky, rushing out from their room until he found his companion. Soon enough, he switched to Joey. “Why is he- what did you do?”
“We were just talking, Graham.” She said, as calm as she possibly could with a beast baring his teeth at her.
He didn’t believe her, not one bit, lips curling into a snarl. “Did you- have you hurt him? Is he hurt? What did you do?”
Wesley stood to his feet, reaching out a hand in his best attempt to calm Graham down. “She- she didn’t-,”
“Hey-!” He picked her up by the armpits, pinning her to the wall. “I didn’t-!”
“Tell me what you did!” He shrieked this time, Joey blinking as bits of spittle splattered onto her scrunched expression.
“Calm the fuck down!”
“What’s going on?” Florence entered the scene then - Otis hanging back behind the doorway - rushing in in pajamas, eyes falling wide as they settled on the fuss. “Get off’a her!”
Wesley looked between the group, fear clearly stuffing up his face. “Please don’t- he’s just confused-!”
“Don’t touch him!” Graham snarled at Joey, blinded by aggression, shoving Florence away and allowing her to slump to the floor.
”Don’t fucking touch her!” Florence, a good deal smaller than Graham, continued to stand his ground as the newer rescue let a growl rumble from his throat.
The front door slammed shut, bags of groceries disregarded swift to the countertop. “Hey, hey, hey! What are you people doing?” Isaac threw herself between them, both Florence and Graham backing away.
Joey bit her lip, rubbing at her shoulder. Florence and Graham were staring daggers at one another. Otis looked on the verge of tears.
“I was,” Wesley started, brushing away at his tear stained cheeks, “with J- Joey, and Graham thought she hurt me ‘cause I was crying, and-,”
“Yeah, and he fucking attacked her!” Florence threw his hands in the air, yelling.
“Hey! Wesley’s speaking, please show him some respect-,”
Isaac made a mistake. A grave one at that, palm clamping right over her mouth with a hitch of breath.
All five rescues dropped to the floor, all in the same position, each rigid and stone cold as they pressed their foreheads to the wood. Sucking in a breath, each rescue rushing through the horrors in their head, the air fell silent.
Hey, pet. You think you’re all that ‘cause my momma liked you? Do us all a favor and give me my rightful respect.
Don’t you dare ever speak to me that way, dog. You’re a fucking animal that needs to learn the basics of respect.
You don’t want to, Princey? Really? And when have I, or really anyone for that matter, ever cared what you wanted? I think you should show some respect.
You’re just a dirty mutt with rocks for brains, and I’m sure you’re aware. Do you want to go back in the dog house, or are you ready to learn to respect?
I’ve given you everything you could ever ask for, Buttons. All these sweets, a home, a name, and that is what I get? Show some fucking respect.
“God fucking dammit.”
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