Heyy sorry I don't know if u write non worthless related stuff atm but if u do can I request something
2 characters, the big protective one and the innocent cinnamon roll, get kidnapped together and the captor always chooses to torture the cinnamon roll . The big protective one is furious and says to take them instead but its useless. so all they can do is cradle their friend's unconscious body and comfort them when they wake up
Of course!! So sorry I haven't gotten to this sooner. I wanted to finish chapter 19 first, but I'm finally getting around to it! It's fairly short, but I wanted to get it out quickly since this has been in my inbox for so long. I hope you enjoy!!
Content: captivity, mention of blood and bruises, mention of self-sacrifice, creepy whumper, protective caretaker, hurt/comfort
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Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's chest. Their small body was trembling from both fear and the cold of the dank cell they were trapped in. The warmth of Caretaker's strong arms calmed them slightly, but it wasn't enough to completely rid them of the fear plaguing their mind and body.
"C-Caretaker?" Whumpee stammered. "I'm scared."
"I know, sweetie," Caretaker said as they began carding their fingers through Whumpee's tangled locks. "I'll protect you. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise."
"Oh now, Caretaker," a separate, sinister voice cut in. Whumpee flinched and squeaked as they tried to bury themself in Caretaker's protective embrace. Whumper strode into the cell, a devilish smirk splitting their face. "Don't make promises you know you can't keep."
Caretaker glared at Whumpee with fire in their eyes. "What do you want with us, Whumper?"
Whumper chuckled. "Well, I don't want anything with you, you see. You merely got in my way, and I couldn't have you alerting your friends, now could I. Whumpee, on the other hand." Whumper reached a hand out to stroke Whumpee's hair, but Caretaker swatted their hand away before they had the chance.
"Don't touch them!" Caretaker shouted. "I won't let you hurt them!"
Whumper chuckled again. The sound was lower and much darker than before. "And how would you, in your predicament, be able to stop me? Hm?" Caretaker was silent, but they held Whumpee tighter. Whumper smirked. "That's what I thought. Now, hand them over. I'm in the mood for some entertainment."
Caretaker shielded Whumpee's body with their own. "Over my dead body."
Whumper scoffed. "Don't tempt me." They reached forward and pulled Whumpee out of Caretaker's grasp with surprising strength. Whumpee screamed and reached out to Caretaker, but Whumper manhandled them with ease and began lightly petting their hair. "Shh, don't be scared, little one. I promise to take good care of you."
Whumpee sobbed and tried with all their might to pull away from Whumper, but to no avail.
Caretaker furiously yanked against the chains binding them to the wall. "Let them go, Whumper! They're innocent!"
Whumper chuckled. "So? The innocent ones are the most fun to break."
Caretaker's energy began to dwindle the longer they fought their restraints. "Please, Whumper. Please, don't hurt them. Take me instead, please!"
"Not a chance," Whumper said. "You both belong to me now and I'll play with whomever I choose whenever I choose. Come now, darling. It's time to have some fun." Whumpee screamed and sobbed as Whumper began dragging them out of the cell.
"Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted, desperate to reach their friend. "No, please! Let them go! Whumpee, I'm sorry!"
With that, the large iron door shut with a loud clang and Caretaker was alone.
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Caretaker had been drowning in silence since the moment Whumpee was dragged away. They hadn't heard any screams or weaponry or even any footsteps that would indicate what was going on. They didn't know how long it had been, but as the seconds ticked on, Caretaker grew more and more frightened for their friend's safety.
Just then, as if on cue, the heavy cell door swung open and the small, frail form of Whumpee was shoved inside.
Caretaker gasped and scrambled over to their friend's limp body. "Whumpee? Can you hear me?" They lifted Whumpee off the ground and brushed away the hair that clung to their sweat-slicked forehead.
Whumpee groaned and opened their eyes slightly. "C-Caretaker?"
Caretaker sighed in relief and hugged them close. "Oh, Whumpee. I was so worried. Are you okay? What did they do to you?"
Whumpee whimpered into the hug. "H-Hurts."
Caretaker immediately released them. "I'm so sorry. I'm just so relieved you're okay. What happened?"
Whumpee coughed, blood trickling out of the corner of their mouth. "C-Can't talk. J-Just wanna s-sleep."
Caretaker nodded. "Okay, that's okay. Just sleep, I'll protect you, I promise." Whumpee was already asleep before Caretaker even finished their sentence.
As Caretaker stared upon the face of their bruised and beaten friend, fury began to boil in the pit of their stomach. Whumpee didn't deserve this. They were so sweet and pure and would never do anything to hurt anyone. So why was this happening to them? Why would Whumper want to hurt them so badly?
No matter the answer, Caretaker knew they had to protect Whumpee, even if it meant giving up their own life in the process.
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I hope you liked this! Sometimes it's refreshing to write something outside of Worthless. I will never turn down a writing request, unless it's something I'm extremely uncomfortable with, of which there isn't much.
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Last year, I spent months and months thinking I was stupid, dumb and worthless because I couldn't study anything, I didn't understand what was going on in class and I was just... Generally bad, at everything.
I even thought about not going to college ever again, for a long time. I thought I had reached my limit. I thought I couldn't do more, that I was just... Going to have a job in not-math and live by non-mathematical life because I wasn't worthy of being taught such beautiful things.
Guess what, effexor. You can go suck a dick. You stole two years of my life, two years of not being able to think and learn and be myself. Two years of thinking I was an idiot. So suck that dick, while I become a teacher and do math for a fucking living.
I am a damn fucking clever woman and I am never walking away from math.
I’m done. I’m done being a stepping stone for people. I may not be the best, the smartest, the kindest, or the bravest. But I’m not worthless and I’m done being treated like I am.
When will the howls of the dogs be put to sleep.
When a bullet is to their head?
But, they bark restlessly for justice.
Served in kennels with electric rods and bred more angry at every abused kick.
The bitches need their peace.
