CW: self deprecation & bad self esteem in regards to a scar
“Are you sure you don’t want to cover my scar?” Whumpee looks at Caretaker, tilting his head slightly in confusion. It’s big, nearly covering half their face, a twisted burn from something he should remember but can’t.
It’s undeniably ugly, that’s what Whumper had always told him, from the very beginning of his memories. And why would he doubt Whumper? That’s why he always had to wear that mask, the one still hiding in his cupboard.
Without Whumper in his life though he put it on less and less, slowly getting used to being able to touch the wrinkled skin without fabric covering it, to being able to see his face in its entirety.
But just because Caretaker permits him to not wear the mask inside, doesn’t mean she wouldn’t use this chance to make him less hideous.
Caretaker stops mid-movement, holding the makeup brush in the air. “Do you want me to cover it?” She turns to look at her collection of concealers, but there is hesitation in her gaze.
“Oh, I don’t know. Wouldn’t it make you more comfortable?” At least, that’s what it was always like. He wore the mask so Whumper would be comfortable, so they wouldn’t have to see a grotesque twisted version of what used to be his face.
Caretaker turns back to him and there is nothing but honesty in her eyes. “Whumpee, I love you. I love everything about you, from your personality, your laugh, to your dimples and your scars.” She turned around again, digging in her collection of products until she pulled out a shiny pallet.
“What if we put some sparkle on it instead. What do you think?”
