Whumpee and Caretaker get into a fight with each other, going back and forth in an increasingly heated argument. It’s so intense that Caretaker doesn’t notice when they say something that accidentally triggers Whumpee. They freeze and go silent, trying to fight the instinct to cower as Caretaker keeps arguing.
When Caretaker turns back, confident they got their point across, and their expression drops when they see the frightened look on Whumpee’s face. As they step forward, realizing what they’ve done and trying to apologize, Whumpee stumbles back against the wall. They sink to the floor, whimpering quietly as Caretaker reels back in guilt-ridden horror.
[ooooooohhh anon, this is terrible and I love it. Under the cut because CW; purposeful triggering, panic attack, flashback.
“Fuck you,” they growl, “Fuck you, you monster.” Aries eyes are like fire, face as hard as steel. Their hands are clenched into tight fists by their sids, nearly shaking from the effort.
Before they can do anything else, try anything else, Brody’s head popps around their door. He was in the living room, and he heard them talking. They were supposed to be working, and he knew better than to bother them while they were trying to work, but if they were talking then maybe they needed something?
Maybe he could come in? Just for a minute?
Aries growled at him, and he took a step back, face a mask of confusion. Wh-what? What did he do wrong?
Since when did Aries growl?
“Kneel.”
Brody fell to his knees immediately, already trembling. Something was wrong, something was very wrong - he had been bad somehow and finally pushed Aries past their breaking point. No more hot chocolate or time in the park or watching them play games or weighted blankets or anything.
He’d ruined it all.
Aries felt sick - physically nauseous as they dug around in the drawer for the stupid fucking remote to the stupid fucking LED lights. They knew, they knew how he had been trained. Kayla had found the fucking school.
It had taken them like three days to convince her not to go down and burn the building to the ground.
It had taken them a lot longer to convince themself. Maybe they would still do it.
They turned around and held it up.
It didn’t matter it was too small.
It didn’t matter that it was the wrong color.
It didn’t matter that Brody knew he didn’t still have the implants in.
None of it matter, because the moment that Brody saw the remote, his head when to the ground and he whimpered.
“Please, please no, please, I-I-I, I didn’t mean, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I am - please! I, I can go to, ah, I can, can - please. Please I’m sorry. Ari- please.”
Brody was shaking, already feeling the aftershocks that weren’t coming.
bitches be like time to trigger you, pussy!! haha loser!! time to threaten your status with your One irl friend!! <3 and make you panic and rapid switch between ur alters bc you cant handle this rn <3 /nbh
Comment expliquer à un humain que son comportement est dérangeant sans le.la blessé.e dans son estime et son intégrité.e? Comment faire valoir ce que l’on ressent sans empiéter sur les limitations des autres? Les émotions nous empêchent d’être vrai.e., honnête, transparents.
Je crois que nous nous limitons dans nos paroles et nos gestes par peur décevoir, certes, mais aussi pour ne pas se sentir coupables par la suite. Égoïstement, nous nous dédouanons d’apprendre des choses aux autres par peur de ce que l’on va ressentir à l’intérieur. Parce que nous sommes responsables de ce que l’on dit et nous croyons à tort que nous sommes aussi responsable de la perception et de la réaction des autres. À quel point nous sommes démunis quand vient le temps d’être transparents me dépasse.
Je ne crois pas ça normal qu’à l’aube de la trentaine, nous soyons encore aussi immatures émotionnellement qu’un.e adolescent.e vivant sa première peine d’amour. Nous passons notre temps à chercher ou à se chercher des bébittes, des petits aux gros problèmes, confronter, défier les autres comme s’il n’y avait pas de lendemain, se victimiser et se rendre coupable de tous les malheurs du monde simplement parce que personne nous a appris que c’était correct de s’éloigner de ce qui nous ne fait plus autant de bien qu’autrefois. Ce n’est pas parce que quelqu’un a vécu plus longtemps que nous que ça leur donne automatiquement le droit d’invalider qui nous sommes. Ce qui est le plus difficile, c’est que nous savons que nous sommes sur le bord de changer la perception de l’autre face à notre intégrité et qu’il n’y a rien que l’on peut faire pour empêcher cela. Ce qui est encore plus difficile, c’est lorsque la dite personne est un parent.
I hate the way I feel like dying every time you touch, look or talk to/about me. the way you scold or grab me when I lean away from your touch. the way I willingly took showers with you as a kid. the fact that you and mum don’t know boundaries as we’ve never locked the bathroom door, but when I lock the door now, I feel like I’m doing something illegal. I’ve seen everything, you two have seen everything and it makes me sick to my stomach. the way I freeze and disassociate when I hear your belt and the sound of you taking of your clothes off when you get ready for bed, walking around the house naked, or when you burst into the bathroom in the morning naked.
the way you talk about my generation, all we do is kiss, drink, do drugs and have sex. you call me lazy and yell at me when I raise my voice slightly or sigh.
I feel dirty, unclean. you’ve never done anything, but you don’t actually have to do anything for this to be my reality.
I hope I can let you go, I hope I’ll get out of here soon, see you or not see you on my terms. I’ll never tell you about me, and I won’t try to explain if you find out because you won’t understand. I’ll never forgive you or mum. you might think that you are good parents, but you’re not.
good parents love their children, they respect and accept them.
Oh evil. Normally he can heard the word in context and not do more than flinch but just dropping it on him? out of any context? without any warning? Evil. Remember kids, never do this to a live person, just a fic Whumpee!
San falls to his knees, wraps his arms around himself and starts shaking, beginning to gasp for air like he can’t get enough, and you can just hear his voice rasping, “No- no, no no, Oh please, gods, no-” His eyes no longer look like they’re seeing this room, they’re seeing memories.
