Rather than whumpee being quiet/respectful/demure around whumper and more “normal” around everyone else, this whumpee is formal and reserved, is quiet and exceeding polite, around everyone except whumper.
Only when whumper and whumpee are alone does whumpee show anger, show desperation and fear, reveal everything they hate about themselves because that is the side of them whumper wants to see, and whumper will hurt them until they get what they want.
Perhaps whumper even claims it's healthy. Whumpee shouldn't be so repressed all the time, they say. All that negative emotion needs an outlet, they say. Pain will do.
(cw: possession/ mind control, flashbacks, amnesia, gaslighting, implied violence)
Whumpee stared at themself in the mirror.
They recognized the face: the dead eyes: the skin marred by thick, dark scars. But they didn’t recognize themself.
As always, they couldn't help but wonder who they were...what had happened to them. Whumpee began again to prod at their memory, hoping maybe this time they would unearth something…
Leave it, Whumpee, came the voice in their mind.
“I just want to know,” Whumpee grumbled, speaking aloud to the reflection in the mirror.
Whumpee felt the muscles move on their face, and the reflection’s expression turned disappointed. I’m your conscience, it reminded Whumpee, I’ll guide us. Remember?
“You already know that I remember.”
Then trust me. It’s for the best.
“So I just get no memory at all?" Whumpee demanded. “I don’t need every single memory. Even just one or two- anything!” Whumpee looked down at their body. Their eyes caught on a particularly thick braid of scar tissue on their abdomen. Their fingers reached out to touch the tough skin-
And suddenly Whumpee remembered- the knife slicing through their skin, shoving deeper, the pain, the blood, the pain the screaming the begging the fear the pain the pain the pain the-
Whumpee was on the bathroom floor, shaking, sobbing.
Whumpee’s body felt even less connected to them. The body was still running on adrenaline, and it started dragging Whumpee across the floor and into a corner, where it could tuck its knees up against its chest and rock and rock and rock
That hadn’t felt like a memory, just now- it felt like reliving it. The aftershocks of pain were still tingling in Whumpee’s body, electrifying Whumpee into a desperately buzzing ball of fear. Whumpee wimpered.
See? Whumper’s voice reverberated through Whumpee’s head, drowning out all the noise. That's exactly what I’m holding back for you.
Whumpee murmured pathetically, “T,,tthank you."
That’s more like it. Whumper said, pleased. We’ll have to remember this, yes? You know, when you ask me for memories… it gets so hard for me to keep them all back. Some of them just… slip through.
Whumpee distantly felt their arm move. Suddenly, the back of Whumpee’s own hand brushed against their cheek. Whumpee jumped. Whumpee recognized the contact point in both their cheek and their hand, but neither sensation felt like it was theirs.
We got lucky this time… Whumper continued thoughtfully. There are far, far worse memories up here. The hand moved away from Whumpee's face. It landed on Whumpee’s shoulder, arm stretching across Whumpee’s body like a straightjacket.
Trust me.
“Okay." Whumpee took a shuddering breath. "I trust you.”
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