Whumptober 11- hidden injury
cw: psychological horror, possession, insecurity, gaslighting
“Go on,” Whumper’s taunting voice whispered in Whumpee's mind. “Tell them.”
Whumpee looked at his friends. They were laughing, bumping shoulders as they teased each other about their conflicting music tastes. It was all so…normal.
Whumpee hesitated, just for a moment, and Whumper seized the opportunity to creep back in.
“You know how selfish it is, to keep worrying them,” It said, amplifying the shame already reverberating inside Whumpee. “Always a bother. Never can just join the fun, can you?”
Whumpee frowned. He pushed back at the force in his mind, arguing, They’ve told me- they want me to tell them, when I need help.
“Because they’re good people, who deserve good friends. But you only stay friends with people if they enjoy being around you. If you don’t always-“ Whumper’s voice cut off, reacting to the emotions bubbling inside Whumpee. “Oh, but look, you already know all this, don’t you? You know it’s true.”
Whumpee could feel Whumper’s words whipping up a whirlwind inside him, and he stifled the urge to whimper. Violent emotions battered against the wound in his side, making him feel nauseous.
I’m gonna throw up, he thought, and Whumper purred, “No, you’re not. You’re fine.”
Whumpee swallowed it back.
Whumpee opened his mouth. He tried to speak, but a thick wall of shame and fear and regret blocked his throat.
Whumper hummed. “Dont blame me for that.” They gestured to the burning emotions. “It seems like you just know that I’m right.”
Whumpee didn’t know what to believe. His mind felt like it was slowing, his thoughts becoming slippery as he tried to grasp at them.
Fear began to spark in his belly. I need help, he thought desperately. I’m going to bleed out…!
“And you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.”
