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Two Weeks Of Whump

Day Two - Needles

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TW

- Swearing

- Hospital Setting

- Mentions of Self-Harm

- Mentions of Suicide

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It was dark, the only sound being that of the constant beeps, every one referencing life, her life.

Tonight, as every other night she had been here, Karyme couldn't sleep. The beeps taunted her of the fact she was still alive. A constant reminder of her failure.

What made matters worse, she couldn't convince anyone she was okay, not even herself.

This wasn't the first time she had found herself in this situation, but it was different this time. For some reason beyond her own conprehension, this time around, she couldn't just slip this under the rug.

That didn't mean she didn't try.

First, it was denial, and when that didn't work, it was silence.

The silent treatment was the most current one, and so far, it had been working in her favor. The psychiatrist seemed to be getting down with the lack of progress, as well as the doctors and nurses.

Karyme did feel a bit bad about ignoring Kaiden, but he was acting the same as everyone else, so he got the same treatment.

She had been doing well so far, until eariler.

She didn't even know when it started, but something ticked her off. It was like something ignited inside of her, and every little thing only fueled her.

Finally, it all blew up, and she snapped.

She tried to run, she tried to escape, but she failed.

Karyme remembered when they grabbed her, forcing her down like she was a criminal. She screamed and kicked, trying to attack, trying to fight back.

She saw the way they looked at her, pity in their eyes despite her violent actions.

Then she saw the needle, which only dialed her anger up to 100. She screamed threats, insults, everything as they held her down like she was a wild animal.

She felt the needle pierce her, and they managed to put out the fire that was herself. She slowly blacked out, and then awoke in this room.

She was restrained, and left alone.

Karyme had never felt so.. small. She was nothing. Igsinificant.

She could only lay there, staring up at the blank ceiling.

..maybe they were right..

This wasn't normal, not even for her.

She didn't understand. Why was she so angry? Why did she always react in anger?

..Karyme didn't have an answer.

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The door creaked open, but Karyme's gaze remained on the wall. The restraints had finally been removed, leaving her wrists and ankles sore. She felt so numb, so weak..

"..Karyme.?" He whispered. "..you awake.?"

Silence. She had returned to ignoring everyone.

There was a sigh, then she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"They told me what happened." He said calmly. "..can you please talk to me..?" He added, sounding upset.

Karyme, desite her stubborness, couldn't help but respond. "Nothing happened." She said, her voice cracking.

"Karyme, you tried to run away, and you attacked the staff." He said. "No one does that without any reason." He added sternly.

"Leave me alone, Kaiden." Karyme says coldly.

Another sigh. "Listen." Kaiden says. "That stunt only made things worse for you." He stops. "..I can't save you this time, you know that, right.?"

Karyme blinked, panic setting in, but she remained silent.

"They want to.. transfer you." Kaiden says slowly. "They think inpatient care is the best option."

Karyme felt her heart stop. He couldn't be serious..

"..Karyme.?" He asks softly. "Hey, you need to calm down-"

..Calm down.

CALM DOWN!?

They wanted to lock her away again, and she needed to calm down!?

..was her outburst really that bad?

No, it was just an irrational decision, she didn't mean to..

Fuck.. what did she do..?

She snapped back into it, locking eyes with Kaiden.

When did he get in front of her.?

"-that's it, good.." He whispers, seemingly calm.

..her chest felt lighter, like before..

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you panic like that I just-" Kaiden stopped, sighing. "I'm scared too, you know.. I mean, I know places like that sometimes aren't the best but.. fuck, they seem to be decided.." He rambles, sounding stressed.

Karyme took a small breath. "..i didn't mean to.."

Kaiden frowns. "I don't know if that's true anymore. Even if you didn't want to, you still did it.. you realize that isn't normal, right.?" He asks.

Karyme could only nod.

"I think we both know that you aren't.. doing okay.." Kaiden says. "I know you might be used to this, but that doesn't make any of this okay." He sighs. "I need you to at least try here, because I can't drag you out of this, even I really wish I could."

Karyme looks away. "..i can't.."

"I know you can." Kaiden replies. "I'm not going to lie to you, it's going to fucking suck, and it's going to be hard, but you need to." He lets out a shakey breath. "Even if they do decide to.. transfer you, you still have to keep going."

Karyme felt tears in her eyes, but before she could hide her face, Kaiden grabbed her face.

"We start here, with this." He says. "You don't need to hide when you're upset."

Karyme wanted to pull away so badly, but in a sense, he was right..

His gaze softens. "..you know I love you, even when I fucked up in the past.." Kaiden softly smiles. "..what I want you to do right here, right now, is let yourself be vulnerable."

Karyme's gaze fell, but she felt that first tear slip.

Oh my Selyna.. it was horrible..

She could remember the last time she was openly cried, but that time she was but a child, and alone.

Now, she wasn't alone.

She couldn't do anything back then to stop herself from making that decision, as well as this time.

But she could make the pain stop. If she tried that is..

..maybe a little effort wouldn't hurt..

..maybe a little effort was all she needed.

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2 Weeks Of Whump

Day 1 - Shock Collar

(@promptsforyourwhumpfic)

TW

- Swearing

- Mentions of Abuse

- Mentions of Kidnapping

- Stockholm Syndrome (kinda?)

- Mentions of Body Horror

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The dark and coldness of the cell had gone from terrifying to welcoming, even homely in a way.

No, it wasn't home, but in some weird way, it was better than any home 11118-7 had ever been in.

She sometimes reminisced about life before the cell, when she was a teen in school with friends, a boyfriend, and a future..

She also thought about her time here, the horrors from when she first arrived, and the present.

She knew there were others here. Most were in her position, except they were defiant, cold, even aggressive..

11118-7 had learned with time that this was her fate. Fighting did nothing but scar her already wounded body. Fighting was the thing that landed her here in the first place..

She knew that some had died due to defiance, and unlucky for 11118-7, she aided in that defiance.

When she first spoke to the blonde-haired girl, she never intended for anything to happen, but she was manipulated by her, and she ended up helping her escape.

Well.. as far as 11118-7 knew, she didn't make it.

The time after that was torturous. She spent her time locked up, and a far too tight shock collar was around her neck 24/7.

Those days were some of the few when she felt scared of this place. The collar became the cults' favorite new toy.

11118-7 became their entertainment.

The collar would go off continuously, each time worse than the last. She would scream, cry, but nothing helped. She soon found herself scratching at her own neck, her long and sharp nails cutting through her skin with ease

She tore at her own throat until they got tired of her, and discarded her.

The memory of her crippled body, the floor becoming a canvas, her blood being the paint.

She could've died, she should have died.

But he..

He saved her.

He cared for her injuries, and was gentle with her as she recovered..

Even after she managed to damage her vocal cords to what seemed beyond repair, he saw her no differently.

She was still his prized possession.

He spent time with her, and even gained a sort of kindness towards her while he changed her.

Even when her body changed drastically, transforming her into a creature no one dared to look at, he remained.

..no one had ever done that for her..

11118-7 grew to admire him, even if he was the reason for her suffering. She felt attached to this man, the one who gave her so much attention, so much praise..

She became thirsty for his words, drinking them while being completely unaware of the poison they actually were.

She could never hate him, not after all he had done for her..

..but there was another man..

He seemed familiar.. but she just couldn't place it..

He also grew close to her, but for a different matter it seemed..

It became clear that he was different from the first, and she didn't trust it..

But he was relentless, and he got through to her, just as he planned..

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11118-7 slept soundly, curled up in the corner of the cell. Her floppy ears rested, until they perked up at the sound of footsteps.

Footsteps were normal for her, but these.. they were quiet.. as if they weren't meant to be there..

She awoke, her eyes narrowing as the cell door slowly opened, and of course, he was there.

She didn't know his name, but he was like her, she could smell it on him, the same scent that seemed so nostalgic..

He put a finger up towards his mouth, signaling the need for silence. She only flattened her ears on her head, a low growl emitting from her, a warning.

He slowly went down on one knee, and he spoke to her softly.

"Shit, no.. stay quiet, please.." He whispered. "Look, I know you don't remember, but I swear, you need to trust me.."

11118-7 slowly raised her ears, seemingly interested in his words. Even of she could not reply, her eyes gave him the answers he needed.

He still urged her closer, and so slowly, she found herself slowly going towards him. She stopped just inches from him, and he slowly took a photo put of his pocket.

He unfolded the photo, and she could make out about three figures, but her attention was on only one.

A man, not any older than 30. Dark brown hair with white streaks.. an angry, no, a tired look on his face that was masked with a fake smile..

His eyes were dark as well, and the sight of them only made her shiver.

Those eyes were her mothers. That nasty, horrible woman, one she never thought she would have to see again..

The other two figures were less familiar, the other man looked slightly similar to the first man, but more lively and genuine.

Then the final figure, much shorter than the both men.

A little girl, missing teeth, signaling her youth. Her hair in pigtails, and smiling widely.

That girl..

She knew that girl.

Of course she did. She knew herself.

The question was, why did this man have a picture of her.?

The man seemed to sense her confusion, and he sighed.

"Listen.. I know this is probably not going to get through to you.. but.. that's me.." He points at the lively man. "And that.. that's you, Karyme." He says softly, pointing at the little girl.

His finger wanders over to the other man. "Do you remember him..?" He asks before groaning. "No, of course you don't, she wouldn't have let you.."

He runs a hand through his hair, clearly stressed. "You used to call him dad.. even after he clarified to you that he wasn't.." He says, clearing reminiscing. "Then you started calling him baba, and he just let you be.."

11118-7 blinked, and it was almost like a surge of memories came over her.

That one sentence brought back so much, and she remembered.

It wasn't completely clear, but it was there.

That man.. He was someone to her..

A parent, although not her actual one.

She looked at the man kneeling beside her, her eyes scanning him quickly. She could make out the resemblances between the two easily.

The man looked hopeful, and he kept talking. "Okay, I think its working.." He then took a breath. "Look, don't trust him, everything he's doing is not for the reason you think."

11118-7 knew exactly who he was referring to.

"You know what he did to you, he isn't a good person." He says sternly. "..but I'm here, I have always been, and I swear, I will figure something out to save you, but you need to trust me."

He looks at her for any hint of acceptance, but she's lost in thought.

She remembered something else. A friend she had, she was loud and a bit of a bully, but they were friends nonetheless.

She knew the man too, and she liked him, like, really liked him.

..she didn't think he liked her back..

She still went after him, and he..

..he killed her.

Yes, now she recalls. He killed her friend, like she was nothing.

11118-7 found herseld getting extremely upset. The one she held above anything else suddenly slipped from her grasp, and hatred replaced him.

She only snapped out of it when a hand was placed on her head. Her ears twitched, but she melted into the touch, craving it endlessly.

Yet, the touch meant to be comforting hurt. It ached like it was burning her skin, but she couldn't back away.

The single touch turned into a hug, and she found herself not ever wanting to let go. Why was this happening to her? Was she truly so easily swayed just by a few words?

The man seemed equally as attached, not he soon had to let go, but not without a few last words.

"Act like we never interacted, and keep doing what you've been doing." He said slowly. "I'll get you out of here soon, okay?"

She could only nod as he sighed.

"You'll be okay, Karyme.." He said before leaving as quietly as he arrived, leaving her alone once again.

She slowly crept back to her corner, and she curled in on herself.

This wasn't home anymore, and she was scared, again.

She could only trust his words, and wait it out for now..

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was two weeks of whump a one-time event or will there be more?

I’ll run it again next year! It’ll probably be around the start of June, but don’t worry there’ll be plenty of notice for it beforehand :)

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Two Weeks Of Whump (2023 Challenge) Master Post

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

(AO3 link above takes you to the entire work. The links below will take you to each individual day's Tumblr post)

Thank you @promptsforyourwhumpfic for the challenge!

Day 1 - Ashes Day 2 - Needle Day 3 - Alcohol Day 4 - Belt Day 5 - Building Collapse Day 6 - Kitchen Knife/ Gunshot Wound/ Gag Day 7 - Cyanide Day 8 - Water Inhalation Day 9 - Acid Day 10 - Phone Call/ Hammer Day 11 - Hanging Day 12 - Baseball Bat Day 13 - Gaslighting Day 14 - Barbed Wire

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Two Weeks Of Whump (2023 Challenge)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Life is never easy on anyone. Every choice we make has the chance to improve our lots... or make them worse. Here are 14 stories where the universe rolled the dice and hit snake eyes.

Rated: T for Teen

Also posted below for convenience

Warning: n/a Ch 14 - Barbed Wire

Curt had built up walls before. 

Brick by mental brick, he had stacked up defenses to protect himself: walls thick enough that he couldn’t hear the snide whispers and cruel words, walls high enough that no one could climb them to get close enough to betray him again, walls without doors to prevent anyone in– because, if they couldn’t get in, then they also couldn’t leave him.

But, no matter how firmly he had set up those walls, they eventually crumbled.

Eddie’s and Venom’s voices had reached him. Peter had scaled those walls, refusing to let him stay alone. Val would never leave him.

And, for a while, their presence bolstered him. His life was once again filled with comfortably casual conversation and light laughter; he had a reason other than his work to wake up every morning. But, like everyone else that came before them, that attention eventually faded and, along with it, their presence waned.

So, Curt began to build new walls: walls of barbed wire, walls that couldn’t be scaled, couldn’t be broken through, walls that wouldn’t just keep others away – they would keep people from even trying to get close again. 

He didn’t need them. He had proven that before; time after time, he managed just fine on his own. Besides, this time, he wouldn’t be completely alone - he had his symbiote, after all. He would never be truly alone ever again.

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TWO WEEKS OF WHUMP day 14:

Prompt: "Scissors"

Terzi 5. Bölüm

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[heymanatee]

Two Weeks Of Whump (2023 Challenge)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Life is never easy on anyone. Every choice we make has the chance to improve our lots... or make them worse. Here are 14 stories where the universe rolled the dice and hit snake eyes.

Rated: T for Teen

Also posted below for convenience

Warning: implied manipulation/ gaslighting Ch 13 - Gaslighting

Venom says that Eddie needs his rest.

When they’re on the road all day– or all night, depending on the sort of paranoia Eddie was having –sleep was more precious than ever. That meant hitting up roadside hotels, hole-in-the-wall motels, sketchy places that he wouldn’t normally stay longer than a couple hours, let alone actually try to sleep at. But with Venom watching over him, and those little internal whispers nudging him along, Eddie gets his rest, no matter how loud or noxious his temporary neighbors are. Besides, by the time he wakes up, things will be quiet anyways.

Venom says that Eddie needs to be fed, too. 

It was all well and good for Venom to feed off of racoons, desert hares, and all sorts of woodland critters while they were on the move, but Eddie needed real food, and real food took real money. His bank account– if it even still had anything in it –was probably being monitored by the authorities after everything that went down back in California. So what if that meant they had to occasionally steal a little? If a couple of pockets got picked, and some light-fingered tentacles sneaking a snack into his bag now and again meant that Eddie didn’t have to start eating out of dumpsters, then maybe Venom was right when he said that it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Venom says Eddie doesn’t need to worry so much, that everything is under control. 

No one ever recognizes him, not even when he gives his name. Why would they? He wasn’t that well-known anymore. No one is going to start looking for them in the middle of Nowhere, America. Besides, they’re not criminals - they’re doing good work. They do what other people can’t or won’t do: they’re making the world a better, safer place. Eddie can relax; even if anyone does remember him asking around, Venom will make sure nothing is left behind to point towards them. 

Venom says a lot, but it’s all for Eddie’s own good. Venom’s just taking care of him.

And there's no reason for Eddie to ever doubt it.

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Fishing

Day 13 for @promptsforyourwhumpfic Two Weeks of Whump.

Something a little different today because words weren’t wording.

Billy somehow finds himself in a pond, which happens to belong to a self proclaimed hermit, Sean.

Sean isn’t thrilled that Billy made a hole in his fishing net, but he offers to let Billy dry off at his house while he figures out how to get back to his home.

After Billy is dried off, Sean teaches him how to make netting. They chat and learn they have a lot in common.