Hurt or betrayed Whumpee wanting to make the person that wronged them suffer. They call upon a deity/patron/demon/fae/you name it for help. For their power.
They get their revenge.
Can you please continue the one where whumpee records the number of times they try to escape? It’s the one where whumper finds them with night vision goggles, pls 💖
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Hello! I'm doing quite well, thank you!
CW: Extreme trap whump, manipulative whumper, death of a whumper, blood, small slice wound, (tis but a fleshwound) mild chocking/manhandling, pretty dark and creepy setting
The halls were full of nothing but death traps, a playground set up by Whumper just to watch them fail over, and over, and over again.
But Whumpee had their own stage they were manipulating, trying to escape every now and then just to keep Whumper happy, to keep them away from their room where the real show was happening. Even if it resulted in bruises, beatings and getting caught in traps designed just to inflict pain...
They had a sharp metal spike they had dug out of their leg after getting caught by a trap once. Whatever went on in Whumper's mind to design such a thing was pure insanity...
They had the spike wedged in the door, desperate to open it with out setting off the trigger.
*CRACK* Whumpee's heart stopped when they feared the worst, but it was only the door finally prying apart from the lock. They took a shaky deep breath after spotting the trigger, slowly wedging the spike into the button to keep down.
The door flung open, the spike stayed wedged in the trigger as Whumpee gasped a breath of relief. It was night, the halls were dark, Whumper was most likely asleep and none of the traps were set. Whumpee held the lighter close, nervously looking at all the dormant traps they passed, some even new they hadn't seen yet.
Thank goodness they didn't get to meet them in their prime...
They stepped over the spiked bar, seeing through the gleam of flame it was still glistening in their blood. They cracked one of the spikes off, If anything, Whumpee learned these things were quite useful. They still had one more door to get passed.
*click*
Whumpee froze when they heard the all too familiar noise of the door trigger setting off. The spike must have popped off and now-....
Whumper knew.
They gasped as they bolted down the hall, the lighter becoming too dim as their leg scraped across an unseen trap, tearing a line down their leg. They grunted as they slammed into the ground, the lighter flying from their grasp and extinguishing into darkness.
The halls echoed with Whumpee's hyperventilating, they scurried to their knees and felt blindly for the lighter. They heard the hum of the traps activating, freezing where they were on the ground, not daring to move a muscle.
"I must say, I think this is the furthest you've gotten. Well done, It seems the halls could use an upgrade after this little game." Whumper's voice echoed behind them. Whumpee bit back a sob, shakily rising to their feet. "Th-this isn't a g-game, this is t-torture!" Whumpee cried, hearing Whumper's cruel laugh in response.
Whumpee took a few hesitant steps forward, jolting when their foot kicked something small and light. They gasped as they reached down, grabbing the lighter and flicking it on.
'Don't turn around...' They thought to themselves, inching forward and stepping over a beartrap as the metal reflected the dim yellow glow.
"Boo."
They gasped as they snapped their head around, finding Whumper's face just inches from theirs, half their face covered by night vision goggles, the other half in a twisted grin.
Whumpee yelped as they staggered backwards, their back hitting a door. The door... The prize at the end of the game. They dropped the lighter when Whumper grabbed their throat, unknowing that Whumpee had a spike in their hand as they instinctively stabbed it into their shoulder with a cry.
"Gah!" Whumper jerked back in surprise, grabbing the blade and yanking it from their shoulder. Whumpee found the door handle and pushed it, the door swung open from behind as they fell back against the ground.
“Wh-why you little-!” Whumper was dazed by the strike, taking a step back and hearing a faint click under their heel. They froze, their eyes widening as they slowly looked down. Whumpee snapped out of their daze and staggered to their feet, slamming the door behind them. As soon as it shut, they heard a loud *thud* as blood splattered onto the window of the door, the blood glistening white from the moonlight.
Whumpee froze with their hands pressed against the door, hearing nothing but silence on the other side. They broke into tears as they crumbled to their knees, feeling the fresh grass against their bare feet, digging their hands into the dirt.
