#weaponized whumpee

[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker caring for a recovering weaponized whumpee.

It's extreamly dangerous just being around them since they're so unpredicable and destructive. Caretaker's not only in danger of being around them, but also being targeted by whumper for taking away their prized little possesion.

[whump-or-whatever]

Weaponized Whumpee Dialogue w/Caretakers

“Have you had nightmares like that before?” Caretaker A asked.

Hesitantly, Whumpee nodded.

“Are they always that bad?”

Looking down at their hands, Whumpee shook their head.

“Well, that’s reassuring I suppose.” A said lightheartedly.

“What do you see in the nightmares?” Caretaker B asked.

Whumpee pursed their lips. Quietly, they responded. “Memories.”

“Memories of what?” B pressed.

Whumpee paused briefly. “The other place.”

“Okay.” B said with a nod. “And what happens in your memories of the other place?”

Whumpee’s face fell into a schooled expression, their eyes unseeing. “Punishments.” They looked down at the table with a pained expression. “Murder.”

A’s face went cold.

“Murder?” B asked.

Whumpee rocked back and forth slightly with the force of their anxiety, their face betraying their internal struggle. Finally, they spoke at a faint whisper. “Whumper thought it was funny… to make me shoot them.”

A seethed internally, their body stiffening in anger. “I think it’s time I stepped up my search for Whumper.”

B gave A a look, but said nothing. They knew they could do nothing to stop the other.

B reached out and took Whumpee’s hand, giving them an earnest look. “Those people… they would have been killed regardless of whether you pulled the trigger.”

“I know,” Whumpee said softly. “Still feels wrong.”

B smiled sadly. “It was wrong. Everything that happened to you was wrong. But it wasn’t your fault.”

Whumpee nodded with an unreadable expression.

“How many?” A asked abruptly.

“A,” B admonished.

“So I know how many bullets to put in Whumper before I end them.” A clarified cooly.

Whumpee’s fist clenched and unclenched unconsciously. “Sixteen.” They spoke numbly. “But I buried thirty-eight.”

“Dear god,” B muttered in shock.

A merely nodded, already imagining the many ways they would tear Whumper limb from limb.

[redstainedsocks]

Whumpee with destructive powers used as a weapon is a very good trope. But I see that trope and I raise you:

Whumpee with destructive powers brought to a peace negotiation as a fail safe. Trailing in after their captors, pushed to the floor, and the captors know how to trigger them and start their destructive response.

It's a "dont anger us or we'll all regret it" situation. It's a "only we know how to stop this living ticking time bomb, so don't try to ambush us".

Or perhaps: each side has a whumpee chained and primed to destroy, with protections/magical artefacts that would prevent the powers from affecting the ones who control them. So neither side dares to make their opposition angry, talks have to go smoothly or no-one will come out alive.

Do the whumpees make friends with each other? Do they instinctively bond, understanding the stress the other is in? Are they hurt to keep their powers close to the edge, a constant state of stress to make their powers stronger?

Do they get dragged back to the opposing sides base at the end of the long day, tied up in the middle of camp knowing their counterpart is in the same position. Each side would have to stay calm and composed and not gear up for an attack or they risk being destroyed by a stressed out captive who they don't know how to calm down.

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Weaponized whumpee who people are terrified of.

Feared by their friends, their team; even whumper.

They were dangerous no matter how hard whumpee tried to control it. They were surrounded by their team who argued amongst each other over what to do with them.

Were they safe to be around? What if they lost control? It's only a matter of time, right?

Whumpee kept their eyes low. Their hands balled into fists, but they felt themselves squeezing another hand.

"Hey. Are you good?" Caretaker asked, wrapping an arm around them to block some of the shouting.

"I'm calm." Whumpee whispered back, worried to give anything but a positive response. They didn't want to scare caretaker too...

"Okay, why don't we go somewhere quiet for a bit." Caretaker didn't wait and had already pulled them to their feet. Their team didn't notice the departure; they were deep in argument over if they should hand whumpee to a lab to "de-weaponize them" or kill them outright.

The second the door shut, caretaker wrapped whumpee in their arms. They could feel whumpee shaking; they were just as terrified of the team as they were of them. 

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

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I love a war over a single little whumpee.

One side wants them alive, the other wants them dead. The ones who want them alive only want to use them in a bloodier war.

Whumpee's seared with paranoia. They avoid caretaker, they location hop every day till exhaustion, they forget where home is.

[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker rescues a brainwashed whumpee, who's been turned into a living weapon. Caretaker does everything to undo the damage whumpers done; including recovering their memories while also keeping them from hurting themselves or others.

But all whumpee sees is a stranger has taken them away from their home, ties them down and promises to "fix them."

-They didn't know they were broken.