You work night shift in the postal service warehouse of a fantasy realm, with a specialty in objects shipped with care. You deal with expensive porcelain, explosives, dragon eggs, mandrakes…even the occasional three-headed dog on the way to a new home. When they arrive in the evening, you oversee them until the first shipments go out the next day, to make sure none of the packages set anything on fire or bite each other's heads off.
Today, there's a five foot tall metal crate draped with fabric like a kennel. You look under the fabric, of course.
The creature inside is beautiful. Its flesh is silver and a pair of thin but iridescent wings cling to its back, gossamer along the webbing between skeletal, bat-like appendages. It seems humanoid, but you know there are laws against shipping anything with humanoid levels of sentience. So…it must be fine. Anyway, it isn't talking, just looking at you with enormous white eyes. You'd assume it was blind if it didn't track your movements with milky, barely visible pupils.
But there's a bigger problem. Shipment has been hard on it. It looks deathly thin and feeble, curled on the floor of the cage. You honestly think it might not have long to live.
There's a note taped to the cage. "No food or water after sundown. The reaction will be extremely dangerous to everyone. DO NOT EXPOSE TO STARLIGHT. It will die. Shipper is responsible for damages." The thing raises a hand. You realize it's gesturing pleadingly in the direction of the closed window. But it's too weak to maintain it, and lets its hand drop.
IMPORTANT NOTE: The results of your actions will be determined by rolling a D20. I have decided on some probabilities, but I do not control the outcome. Death is possible with some results.
Do you...
Leave the creature be until morning.
Give the creature water.
Uncover the cage and open the window, letting in starlight.
I'm going to write a simple whump choose your own adventure story on Twine, and post it for you guys to play.
Knowing me, there will be options to do out of pocket, deranged, and terrible things. But I will make all of the content beyond general violence opt-in. You'll be able to go from whumpee to whumper, or other combinations you like. Fun for all kinds of readers.
Here are the options for the story I'm considering:
Whumpee point of view. You wake up in an isolated house full of corpses and gore. You have to find your way out, but something is watching.
Whumper point of view. You're a vampire hunter in charge of a guild. You have a new prisoner. Whatever will you do with them?
Caretaker point of view. Your sibling just showed up on your doorstep. They're badly hurt and collapse in your arms.
What should it be about?
Whumpee point of view
Whumper point of view
Caretaker point of view
Voting ended onDec 23, 2024
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Content: CYOA format, poll options, Being watched, physical restraint, verbal threats, cages, pet trope, Giant/Tiny, Selective Mutism, poor vision, drug mention (in poll), no medication for pain, fear for ones life, dehumanization, female cast, ableism,
Pov: Hamster, then switches to Ashley for the poll.
Poll winner: Rub your eyes and crawl closer to see if they’re real
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You rub your eyes and clumsily crawl closer to the blurry image that stands across the bars. You fall into your shoulder a couple of times but lucky enough the padding in the cage cushions any pain it might have caused. The figure does look like one of Ashley’s prop dolls, and you start to relax.
Until it talks- “You really are blind, aren’t you, Pet?”
You scream immediately, kicking backwards from reflex, and the voice becomes shrill, “Hey! Shut up- Stop screaming!” The figure is opening the cage now to get to you. They force the door to stay ajar by shoving a pencil into it.
They storm towards you, and you don’t stop screaming. In fact you scream more from terror. Until he’s shoving a hand against your mouth and you’re face to face with someone who is the same size as you, “Stop screaming before something bad happens to both of us!” His hand shoves against your lips, and grinds flesh into your teeth. It hurts, and you want it to stop.
You stop screaming in hopes he’ll let go of you. It doesn’t stop the tears though, and when he takes his hand away you continue to back up to distance yourself from him.
The man closes the distance and towers over you, “Does the human know about me?” He asks. You stare at him in disbelief, and he says it again, “Does. The. Human. Know. About. Me?” This time you shake your head quickly.
“You don’t talk do you?” He tilts his face sideways.
Once again you shake your head. You’re not going to say a word to him.
“Then you won’t tell the human you saw me, right?”
You keep shaking your head, though you’re not sure if you’re supposed to nod at that last question. It doesn’t matter, because he understands it anyway, “Good.” He seems satisfied enough.
You both stare at each other for a second, then he takes off. The cage door slams shut, and he’s gone.
You’re left shaking like a leaf, and you need Ashley to come home NOW so that she can protect you. The medicine in your system dies down mid day, and your arm starts to throb against the inside of the cast. You feel miserable.
Once Ashley finally comes through the front door, it's late, and you’ve already cried your heart out from fear and pain.
When she puts her hand in your cage to check on you, you cling to her fingers immediately for safety. Ashley startles, but she scoops you up with no problem, “Oh Honey, does your arm hurt? It's okay, Mummy’s home. Here-“ She puts you to her chest where her heart thumps against you as she chucks her purse onto the counter. She then takes you to the bathroom to get more medicine syringed into your mouth. It’s bittersweet but you swallow it.
When Ashley tries to put you back down you latch to her thumb, and refuse to let go. You’re still terrified of the tiny man killing you in your sleep. You’ve never done this before, and Ashley seems rightfully worried. She brings you back up to her chest and looks around as if lost.
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What Should Ashley Do?
Show Hamster her new dresses for photoshoots to distract her
Take her to bed with you to sleep, she’s obviously scared
Sense something is wrong and set up a nanny cam
Give her sleep meds, and turn the tv on to soothe her
Tell her about the surprise you’re saving up for her to cheer her up
Surprise I’m back. Short one this time though, sorry.
Masterlist
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You slowly reach a hand out to pet down his chest and stomach, not knowing what else to do. You regret every decision that has lead you here.
But you can’t stop now, and as you continue to pet him, his whimpering and squirming gets worse, and you notice fat tears rolling down his cheeks. You try to dodge every injury on his front (and they were numerous), but petting this area suddenly feels like a bad move.
Resisting the urge to shush and comfort him, you desperately look for an area that maybe won’t hurt as much. The top of his head maybe? Does it have less nerve endings? Also the hair should shield him from feeling it a bit, hopefully.
You reach for his head, hoping this’ll somehow help, and start patting. He whimpers a bit, but doesn’t seem to be in as much pain.
You glance at Virginia. She is watching you intently, but doesn’t seemed very moved one way or another.
What would you like to do now?
Keep petting regretfully
Actually, I like this. Pet with enthusiasm.
Ask to be done
Ask to torture other whumpee
Ask for help torturing Rat
Voting ended onDec 21, 2023
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Your vision blurs, choked with the sight of Valian’s blood and flashing steel. You can’t watch this. You–
You panic. And the world panics with you, slipping away and blurring into vague, indistinct shapes. You run, heart ripping apart your throat– you don’t think an internal organ is supposed to be there, but you brush it aside– you have to run.
You have to get out of here.
The ring of trees that’s a fuzzy line of green means freedom. Safety. You draw close, panic turning to exhilaration. You’re going to make it. You’re going to be safe. The thought settles comfortably inside you, all dull edges and warm fall colours.
You never make it.
You never had a chance.
Keres materialises directly in front of you, coming up from the grass with the finality of a mountain.
Fall colours fade to winter and despair.
Grinding to a stop, you try to backpedal– you still have a chance to reach the woods. To escape this nightmare of a clearing–
Keres tilts her head and gives you a paper-thin smile. A smile that says, “Hey, congratulations, you messed this up splendidly. Good for you for being so bold and so utterly stupid.” Really, who needs words when they can smile like that?
Someone grabs your shoulders from behind, grip tightening with an impossible strength. No human should be able to make your bones feel like they’re about to turn into powder.
Solis drags you back to the middle of the clearing. In a final fit of resistance, you dig your heels into the ground, leaving scratch marks in the grass.
Solis drops you. Pieces of green grass twist between your fingers and wrap around your wrist.
Voices echo like they're coming from the end of a very long tunnel. “You shall regret that.”
“Helect, you should not have tried to run.” Mocking. “But, alas, that is your loss.”
It’s Solis who hauls you back to your feet. There are flecks of Valian's blood on her face. She doesn’t let go of your collar, but twists it to the point of choking.
Leaning in close, she whispers, “Have you ever been in so much pain, death seems like a mercy?”
The lightning in her eyes seems like an entire flashing storm. The air contracts with suppressed energy.
She slips into an old way of speaking. A hymn. A threat. “Prepare thyself.”
“For– for what?”
Solis raises two of her four hands and the light catches on the dead skin. Then you realise it's not sunlight on her skin, but white flames. Her hands are on fire.
And she smiles. “For this.”
Terror spikes through you, filling every nerve in your body with a silent scream. You try to wrench away, fighting with the strength of a trapped animal.
Keres grabs your wrists in a vice-like grip. With another hand, she grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back.
You stare at the sky through the tree branches and wonder if it's the last time you’ll see the sun.
Flashing red wings.
Cicadas buzzing.
The green of the forest.
Don’t think about the burning--
The sound of sizzling hits you first, then the pain.
Solis’s hands are around your throat, forming a collar of fire.
The sunlight beats down on you as you scream. Back arched, clawing for even the slightest relief.
The first scream is choked, strangled and half-swallowed. It rips at your throat, crawling out of your mouth and falling dead beside you.
Just like your dignity.
You never had a high pain tolerance.
“Oh, be quiet,” snaps Solis, withdrawing her hands. But the burns remain. A mark that won’t heal and is unable to be hidden.
Burns in the shape of a collar.
Keres lets go of your wrists and you sink to the ground. Your vision blurs– worse than before.
Unconsciousness is a mercy you would beg for.
You slip further into the grass.
Bare feet appear in the corner of your vision and Valian crouches next to you. Their bottom lip is shredded, blood dried to their face. They're really not much better off than you are.
There’s concern in your eyes, but it’s darkened by fear. “You should stand up for this next part,” they whisper. “Do you need help standing?”
Nausea rises up with an unbidden horror. The agents aren’t finished?
You:
Allow Valian to help you stand up.
Curl up in the grass and try to pretend this isn't happening.
Spit at Valian. This is their fault.
Get up by yourself. You don't need their help.
"Please, just leave me alone."
Voting ended onMay 25, 2023
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What can one sip of water really hurt? Besides, the creature will die without it. You pull out your water flask and hold it up to the bars. It sips eagerly, with its brows knitted together and its big, pitiful eyes staring up at you in puppyish gratitude.
But as soon as it's done drinking, you have your regrets. The first change is the skin - the silver is now shot through with veins that glow an unearthly, ultraviolet sort of purple. Its beautiful face twists into something...still humanoid, but more impish, and its crumpled wings unfold, now even more batlike and blazing with the same eerie light. Muscle develops before your very eyes. Even though it's not particularly tall (about 5ft and a few inches), it looks highly intimidating. More importantly, it's as if the creature has just become aware of its own situation, and panics.
It thrashes against the bars. You're stunned to see it bend them apart in a fit of adrenaline. It twists its wings while squishing through the opening. Before you can stop it, it's crashing through the room, knocking into other crates. A potted orchid topples over and the pot shatters. It growls and shakes its head dizzily at the impact. The creature is still exhausted, and now injured too, but it gets itself airborn in a clumsy, loping way.
It's going straight for the shuttered window, probably seeking starlight. Will that make things even worse? You feel the weight of your gun at your hip. You are armed for just such occasions as this, after all.
IMPORTANT NOTE: The success of your actions will be determined by rolling a D20. I have decided on some probabilities, but I do not control the outcome.
Do you...
Throw a heavy blanket on it to bring it down and calm it. Say soothing things.
Shoot its leg and/or wing as needed to stop it from reaching the window.
Let it do what it wants. You're not paid enough to deal with this.
You're a person in a fantasy world filled with dragons and magic who is lost in the forest. You and a few friends went off to do some hunting, only to be separated when a monster attacked you. As you wander while keeping one eye out for your friends, you reach multiple paths. You don't have a map on you, so you have to take a guess at where you would go.
Which path do you choose?
 Well. Maybe Rat doesn’t deserve this, necessarily. But, now that you think of it, there isn’t any harm in taking a bit of pleasure from this. It’s fun! You have some power, who wouldn’t enjoy that?
Besides, you aren’t causing any actually damage. You were forced into this situation. You didn’t have a choice.
It’s totally fine to loosen up and enjoy this. It’s not like you’d ever be okay with actually hurting anyone. It’s not like you’d ever even do this, despite it being harmless, unless forced and threatened.
You’re still a good person.
If you just keep telling yourself that, maybe the annoying Jiminy Cricket part of you will believe it.
- - -
After alternating between petting his head and tummy a few times and smiling for most of it, Virginia gave you permission to stop.
As you turned away from watching the crying man for the first time in awhile, you saw that the crime boss was smiling at you.
“I saw your expression there, my friend. Have you finally found your sadistic calling?”
“Oh, I don’t know if I would call it that,” You say, slightly uncomfortable. You were a good person, after all. Good people aren’t sadistic, at least not without the consent of all parties. “But uh, yeah. I suppose I was enjoying it a bit.”
Virginia laughed briefly and then studied you, her eyes filled with an unknown expression. It made you feel like a bug crawling near someone’s shoe, being carefully watched so the person can choose the perfect time to squish you.
“Well, if you’ve found something you like, why stop now? The other guests want their turns with Rat, but I see no reason you shouldn’t get to try out our newest one.”
“What’s their name?”
“Doesn’t have one. I rarely name ‘em, only if they really catch my eye. And I can tell you, there’s nothing special about this one. But you can still play with it, if you want.”
You decide to…
try to continue messing with Rat, despite just having a turn
mess with the other captive
decline and go find Jai
keep talking to Virginia, she’s very fascinating
leave the party early
Voting ended onDec 26, 2023
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