Hiii!!! I’m trying to find more whump mutuals and also stories to read! So if you’re writing or interested in reading any of the following things please reblog! I would very much appreciate it!! <3
Whether or not surgically messing with the host body's brain would affect Jack's cognition (it did)
Whether or not memetic kill agents still work - and if they keep working once Jack returns
See #2, but with SCP-096 instead, to see if it would come after Jack every time he took a host (it didn't, but it was still majorly traumatizing)
Whether or not putting the amulet on Able would drive Jack into a similar bloodlust, or if he would simply be able to control his body like he would do with any other one
Putting Jack's amulet on the same body as 035 to see who would win, (two O5s had a bet going)
force their jaw open - perhaps whumper has a friend <3 or simply uses a contraption - and just let them eyeball it ! there's no need for much precision ... all that matters is being unable to hear whumpee's cries ^^
I wanted to share a snippet of the backstory scene I'm working on for Jordan and Chase from Scrapyard Boys, so here we go! Be warned it is bleak.
PHANTOM Labs Holding Facility, 6 years ago
"Experiment 551 - you have been selected for the next batch of cybernetic enhancement procedures. Head to the operating room immediately."
Inside the cold, sterile cell they called a room, Chase felt his blood run cold. For a moment, the air seemed to still, as if a vacuum had sucked out all life around him into an empty void. He could hear his heart thundering in his chest, his pulse ringing behind his ears ominously like a ringing phone - he had always feared this day would come. And now… it had.
A part of him wanted to scream, to plead and cry on his knees, anything to get out of this nightmare, to keep the integrity of his body, to not be changed into one of the labs twisted creations. But he knew it wouldn't do them any good. The scientists wouldn't listen, they never did. His pleas would fall on deaf ears, as if he were mere cattle - which, for all effects and purposes, he already was. Chase chewed his lip, trying to breathe, but unable to. If he showed any sign of defiance, the scientists could turn their attention to Jordan, and choose his cousin instead of him for their sick games.
He couldn't allow that.
The scientist standing by the door watched him, unamused. "Experiment 551 I expect an answer. It is protocol." The woman prodded, her voice cold, calculating, completely detached from the fact that she was requesting a literal teenager to sign up for the demise of the person he was, of his spirit, right now. Or even to his possible demise, given the 50% death rates all those procedures had.
As if he had a choice in the matter to begin with.
Chase took in a shaky breath, his long, lanky fingers digging into the edge of the hard cot he was sitting down on. In the corner of the room, he could see Jordan, his twelve year old cousin, watching them with wide, horror-stricken eyes. The boy's usually pale face now looked whiter than the paint coating the walls around them, and he could tell Jordan wanted to interfere, to say something, but the words kept dying on his throat much like they did on his.
Not giving the kid a chance to intervene, nor the scientist the time to grow annoyed, Chase nodded, firmly, his eyes now glued onto the woman standing by the door, her face unchanged. "I-" His voice broke, and he had to try again, "Of course, Handler." He finally responded, words barely more than a defeated whisper.
The scientist acknowledged his response with a hum, straightening her lab suit and typing something onto a holographic screen floating in front of her like a clipboard, before it disappeared into thin air with a beep. That beep might as well have sounded like a guillotine's blade falling onto his neck, with the way it kicked the air out of his lungs, the finality of it all making Chase's skin crawl. "Good." She answered, the ghost of a smirk tugging at her waxy red lips, before it was swallowed by cold professionalism, "Then get moving."
Chase willed his legs to move, no matter how they felt like jello beneath him, or how the room seemed to spin around him like a twisted merry-go-round. With a trembling, faltering hitch in his breath, he managed to stand up, leaving the pseudo-safety of the hard cot and walking up to the scientist by the door as swiftly as he could. He knew the drill. So, without the woman needing to say a word, he extended his arms forward to be cuffed.
Thinking about a facility where they have 'monsters' locked up, doing experiments or something on them, but the people working there aren't allowed to leave either. They're just two groups trapped in cages of a different kind, and the scientists and wardens are way more like the monsters than they might care to admit...
The sound of muffled profanities precedes their entrance into the lab.
“Got a fighter for you today, Hund.” Riggs announces, as he and Carter drag Hund’s latest subject through the room.
She barely acknowledges them. “Get it set up.”
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Cy struggles desperately as the guards pull them towards a large, ominous, glass tube. Their freshly shorn head is cold in the sterile air, and their new flimsy hospital gown does nothing to keep them warm. They can feel blood welling around their wrists from the harsh edges of the cuffs.
(Fuck fuck fuck fuck)
(Let me go)
(Oh god, please let me go)
Grumpy One & Two ignore the stifled screaming. They open the tube smoothly, shoving Cy in and connecting their cuffs to the anchor points inside, shifting their arms above their head.
Grumpy One reaches up and removes their muzzle, but before they can get out more than a few stumbling words, Two replaces it with a heavy duty oxygen mask, silencing them once more.
Cy is so busy with a futile attempt to break the cuffs, or the glass, or something (anything), breath coming in panicked gasps, they miss Hund stalking slowly over to the tube. Her cold blue gaze skims over them and she frowns at the blood dripping from their hands. Their head snaps up as she speaks.
“Test results?”
(She looks at them like they’re a particularly complicated math problem)
Her assistant scurries up to her side, a stack of papers in hand.
(He looks scared)
(He doesn’t meet their accusing eyes)
“Blood type A+, haemoglobin levels acceptable…” His voice trails off under their pulse pounding in their ears.
(Please let me go)
Their head goes fuzzy and they must loose track of time because suddenly the guards are gone and Hund is tapping commands into a screen next to them and her assistant is opening the tube-
(Please)
But he just reaches up and connects them to an IV, resealing the tube as he steps back. “Ready to proceed.”
Hund nods. “A new strain today. The results should be interesting, assuming this one makes it.” She locks in the commands, shifting around to watch as her latest experiment begins.
Cy flinches and lets out a stifled scream as chalky liquid starts to pour from the top of the tube (it burns).
(They don’t want to die here)
It pools around their feet, slowly rising up past their
knees
hips
shoulders
neck
(They will not die here)
And they shut their eyes scant seconds before it rises over their head.
(Their last view is Hund finally meeting their terrified glare)
* I made two new characters for this series! For the whumptober prompts, I have two storylines that are followed. Micha’s story line as well as graysons story line!
Prompt 6- touch and go. ( touch starved, bruised and hunger)
TW: chains, panic, ropes, soulmates Au, bruised and mention of gory body.
Chains and rope wrapped around Graysons ankles. Heavy chains binding his red and swollen feet.
Dragging him to the ground and dust flying off of the floor.
This has happened repeatedly. So many times in fact that he couldn’t remember the first time it’s happened that day.
The same guy, day to day. Wearing blue gloves and a name tag that Grayson can’t bare to remember. He’s been here for 3 years. Treatment being rough and brutal.
And he’s still not used to it.
A tall man with blonde hair walked into the red room, face showing a grimace of emotion.
“When I’m done, take him and throw him somewhere. I don’t want to see him for the rest of the night.” Nodding, the guy with blonde hair turned around. Not wanting to see the end of the treatment.
Shivering and sobbing on the ground, the older man came and stepped on the Younger's tail. A loud scream of pure agony and pain shot through the room.
Cracks and stomps were all the blonde haired dude heard. His face twisted in pain for the other. Strangely his back side started to ache in an unsaid pain. His heart hurting more for this guy that he didn’t even know.
With a loud slam of the door, the blonde haired guy turned around. Staring at the other body in the room.
Purple, black and red littered his caramel skin, his eyes closed and shivers racked his body.
Slowly, he curled his legs towards his face, curling into a ball the best he could.
The blonde hair guy slowly approached him, not wanting to scare the boy.
Grayson flinched, scared the man was going to continue what the old man had done.
“s-stop…n-no.. no-no.. no- more-no no more!”
Grayson started to panic, breaths and tears escaping out his mouth, giving both boys a drowning sensation.
“ hey, you have to calm down hun..!” An edge showing through his voice.
Grayson cried more, choking on his tears and pain.
The blonde haired guy rushed over and sat Grayson in an upright position. A tiny shock flowed through graysons body to his.
The demons tears slowly stopped. Hiccups only being left behind. He leaned his throbbing head on the others shoulder.
To say the least, Milson was shocked. He had never seen this behavior rise from a demon. Grayson let his head fall completely, resting on a guy he had never met before.
A safety nest falling onto him.
A blanket of Comfort
Endless amounts of tiny shocks.. they didn’t hurt, they felt more reassuring than hurtful.
Slowly, milson picked up the smaller boy. His body incredibly weak from a loss of food and strength.
The older carried him to his room. Taking out a first aid kit from underneath his bed.. one that he shouldn’t have.
He carefully shook the younger awake.
Jumping with a jolt, he scrambled to the very edge of the bed, his back hitting the wall and spurts of pain shocking though his whole body.
“ I’m not gonna hurt you, Grayson. I just need to bandage you.”
Not moving from his spot, a little tension from his shoulders were removed. Then rendering what was said to him, he cocked his head to the side.
“ that will not work.”
Milson opened the first aid kit, thinking the younger was going to act stubborn.
“ why not?”
“ I’m an incubus.”
Stopping the digging in his lap. Milson looked at the younger. “ And what does that mean exactly? I’m a human.” A small smile tugged at graysons lips. So small in fact, that Milson believed he hadn’t seen it at all.
“ to.. I… uhmm… I need.. physical contact to heal..”
“ hmm.. so if I touch you, you’ll heal?”
The demon's ears sparked up. Eyes wide in fear.
“ wel- it had to be my soulmate and, and it’s not sexual- I mean well Uhmm. Unless It needs to be but- but no..! If you touch me, and you're my soulmate.. then it’ll heal me a little more quickly.”
This drew a smile out of Milson. The stutter and the way the younger got flushed just enticed the older.
This in turn drew a small smile out of Grayson as well.
“ Well, if I can’t heal you with touch, will you allow me to bandage you before he notices your absence..?”
A small nod from Grayson convinced Milson to grab the med kit and crawl onto the bed, keeping a small distance between the two.
Grayson grabbing Milsons hand and placing it against his heart.
Maybe it was the excitement and the anticipation, but an overwhelming sense of feelings and empathy hit both men.
Causing Grayson to grab onto milsons shirt for comfort and convenience. His eyes tired fully black and then a pure white making him cry out in misery and pain. Then morphing into glee and happiness.
Soon, his eyes returned to the stormy grey color they were originally.
Milson felt a much similar reaction but on a smaller scale. All his emotions changed from his to graysons, sharing his scared and pained emotions, then like a switch went to happy and good memories of the other. He felt his heart skip and beat when he fell back into reality, he watched Graysons dazed filled eyes.
“ I’m guessing that means we’re soulmates..?”
Grayson slowly crawled into milsons lap. His bloody and bruised tail inching its way around milsons waist.
“ mhm.”
Was the last thing he said, before falling asleep against his muscular chest. Succumbing to the rushing warmth.
