W: Chains, dear god, chains any day. Ropes fucking burn.
2. If Whumpee had multiple Whumpers, who is their favourite? For Whumpers, which Whumpee was your favourite?
R: Yeah, I’ve got a favorite. A couple years back I had a Whumpee who fought me at every turn. He'd throw his food at me, cuss me out, and try to attack me. One time he scratched absolute shit outta my arms. Anyways, I got tired of his shitty attitude and decided to kill him. I didn't keep it a secret, I told him he was gonna die. But when I went in to do it, he changed completely. No more screaming, no spark in his eye. He got quiet. Heh, he got all lovey dovey with me even. You know, lots of people say they’ll do anything if only you’ll spare their life. I never did cash in on that promise, but on this Whumpee, I put it to the fucking test. Heh. He let me do whatever I wanted to him. Depraved, horrible things, that would make the most degenerate man blush. Heh, and even though he was crying through most of it, he still pretended to like everything I did to him. And god. You should’ve seen his eyes when I told him I was still gonna kill him. That look. I think about it still.
W: I can’t. glances over at Whumper. Next question please.
3: In your opinion, what is the best way to train a pet?
R: Humans are fickle fucking beasts. You have to break down someone’s pride in order to train them. I start off with food deprivation, that usually helps me gauge what kind of fight I’m in for.
W: Positive reinforcement has always worked for me… I’ve only ever had a pet bearded dragon though.
4: Broken ribs or bullet wound?
R: Both.
W: These questions are uncomfortable to answer. But, uh, bullet wound I guess. Assuming it didn’t graze any organs.
5: Preferred type of gag?
R: I like a fabric gag. Or a simple piece of duct tape. Sometimes they come off and I get to squeeze a little scream out of Whumpee, and then I put a fresh one right back on. I kinda like the cycle of it.
W: I don’t have a preference… none? I guess the metal bit one isn't the worst of them. It hurts my teeth but at least I can still kinda breathe.
6: Burned or stabbed?
R: Stabbed.
W: Stabbed, I guess?
7: Favourite stress position?
R: An old-fashioned hogtie. I guess I’m unimaginative but I don’t get too crazy into the BDSM shit. Who has the patience for that?
W: Uhh.. just, handcuffs behind my back. Something relatively comfortable.
8: Have you given or received any Brands? What do they signify?
R: Heh. No. Never been branded. I certainly have had my fun branding Whumpee though.
W: I… have two… Uhm. One on my chest that, thank Christ, is almost all the way healed. It said, uh, swine. The other one is on my back, it’s a lot worse. I don’t know what it says but I can feel it so it’s um, it’s here to stay, I guess.
R: It says Nice Try. Remember?
W: Not really.
R: From your second half-hearted escape attempt. Didn't realize you forgot. But I did hit you pretty fucking hard that night.
9: Broken arm or broken leg?
R: Leg.
W: Arm. A million times, arm.
10: How did you get here? Why are you the way that you are?
R: I live here. Far as I know, I’ve always been 'like this'-- whatever the hell that means. And I don’t see a problem with it. We’re all free to do as we like, so that’s what I fucking do.
W: I dunno. I, I was outside, it was dark and I think it was raining…yeah… heading home from the bar. I didn’t drink that much. I didn’t live that far, either, so the rain wasn’t a problem. I remember falling down and then… I woke up here. And I’ve been here ever since.
11: What is your biggest regret?
R: I wish this Whumpee could’ve learned a thing or two from my defiant Whumpee in the second question you asked. I wanna get my dick sucked like that every fucking night.
W: Regrets... yeah, I've got a few. One stands out. It was late at night, Whumper didn't tie me up. I snuck out of my cell and I made it to the steps. Almost to the top, nearly all the way out. The door was unlocked and cracked open a little, I thought I could make a run for it and—
R: —I was waiting for you at the top. Heh. I wanted to see if you'd run, and you sure tried to. Not so much after that, though.
12: Is there a line you won’t cross? For Whumpee, what do you most fear Whumper might do?
R: A line I wouldn’t cross? Uhhh…. No. No, I don’t think so. I’ll cross any fucking line. turns to Whumpee, grinning. So what are you afraid of, Whumpee?
W: I, um. Does he really have to be here when I answer these questions?
R: Tell them, Whumpee.
W: Can I whisper it to you? (he’s already done so much to me, so fucking much… it’s dumb but I don’t want him to shave my head.)
R: smirks. You know I heard that.
13: What lessons have you taken away from your experience?
R: Everything has been the same old, same old for me. Guess this Whumpee’s lasted longer than the rest of ‘em. He’s coming up on a year soon. Kind of impressive he’s stuck around this long and hasn’t given me a reason to kill him yet.
W: I don’t know. I do what I’m told so I can eat. I take it day by day. I guess the lesson I’ve learned is that abandoning pride is the only way to survive…
14: Whip or cane?
R: Whip.
W: Yeah. Whip.
R: Didn’t expect you to say that. Noted.
15: Drugged or coherent?
R: Depends on the situation. Drugging them is useful for transport but I don’t much like it when they’re too dazed to understand what’s happening. Sometimes they fall asleep, too.
W: Drug me any fucking day. I don’t care. I’ll take whatever you have.
16: What are your true, honest feelings about each other? Is there some part of you that cares for the other at all?
R: Sometimes I like to touch him. He’s warm and it’s funny when he tries to squirm away. Plus I like it when he begs me to stop. But do I care about him? …eh. Sure, sorta. He’s my plaything.
W: Erm. Thanks, I guess. For me… Whumper is the reason I’m here. I guess I’m appreciative for the food… but he does hurt me. A lot. Constantly.
R: You're very welcome.
17: What is your favourite thing about the other? A personality trait, a physical feature, anything
R: He’s got pretty hair. A kind of pretty face, too. Yeah, almost like a girl. Heh. And he makes good sounds when he’s screaming.
W: Ah. Fuck. I really don’t know how to answer this…
R: Come on. What’s your favorite part?
W: Um. Well, I'll say this: Whumper is smart. Scary smart. I don’t think anyone would ever imagine how smart. I don’t know. I don’t. It’s… terrifying.
18: Do you have relationships outside of each other? Friends, family - if yes, do they know about Whumpee? Do they care?
R: Yes, yes, and no.
W: I have a half sister in, uh, Arkansas. We’re not close, obviously… used to have friends I guess, but it’s been a long time since I saw them…
19: What other hobbies do/did you have?
R: Video games.
W: I used to play saxophone. A lifetime ago.
20: For Whumper, is there any chance you’ll let Whumpee go? For Whumpee, have you ever thought about life after you’re free?
R: No. Sorry. Realistically, it doesn’t make sense to ‘let him go.’
W: I, uh, I used to think about it. I don't anymore… like he said.. realistically it doesn’t make any sense.
R: Mm. Good answer, Whumpee.
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this interview uses the questions from Character Ask Game post by @inhurtandincomfort !! thanks homie!
[It is the same interrogation room as last time, dimly lit with stone walls, no windows and a large mirror facing the table. Eldwin is seated opposite you with one hand chained to the table leg, looking bored and mildly irritated. His handler stands nearby, just to ensure he doesn't try anything.
"More questions?" Eldwin says with a dramatic sigh. "Get on with it then."
[FOR ELDWIN]
What emotion do they experience most often?
"Does 'nothing' count?" he asks flatly.
"Anything aside from that? Try and give us something."
He roll his eyes and mutters something under his breath, but answers. "Anger."
What do they dream about?
"Death, revenge, and never-ending labyrinths filled with monsters out for blood... Normal things."
How is their pain tolerance compared to the average person?
"Oh, much higher." He perks up for this question, a note of pride in his voice. "Wasn't always, I admit, but I've come far. I can handle things I never thought I could. I've seen people start crying over a broken hand, like seriously? We haven't even started yet."
What’s their least favorite kind of pain?
"I don't know? Maybe the sort that isn't bad, it's just... there, constantly. And it's not even a good distraction from anything else so what's the point?"
Would they rather be hurt or humiliated?
"Hurt, easy."
What could they be threatened with that would make them genuinely panic?
"Oh, Clyde once threatened to sell me," he says lightly, "At the time I thought he was serious, but I know now that he won't. He'd miss me too much."
How do they feel about caretaker?
A shadow crosses his face. "I don't know them."
How do they feel about whumper as a person?
"He's an asshole. What do you expect me to say? And pathetic too. I sometimes thinks he only bothers me because he has nothing else to do in his own waste of a life, and-" He falters, throwing a glance at Nels whose expression is perfectly blank. "You're, ah, not showing him this are you?"
Do they rationalize their pain at all? How do they cope with it?
"What? I don't know, I just deal with it. It is what it is."
If they could go back in time, what would they do differently?
This one makes him stumble. He stares at the table, and is silent for several minute before he answers. "I would have let myself die on the streets instead of going with that two-faced bitch." His tone turned venomous. "And that's me putting it nicely. I could think of a thousand more words for her, none of them pleasant."
Would they trade places with whumper?
"Clyde? Sure, why not? I do all his dirty work anyway; might as well get paid for it."
What do they think about while they’re resting/healing?
"I try not to."
Who do they trust most?
"...Nels."
So, what did they learn?
"Why does everyone keep asking me this? Let's see, I learned that the same rules don't apply to everyone, nothing is free, it is only by Clyde's will that I am alive... What do you want me to say?"
[FOR CLYDE]
[It is a large, ornate room with towering windows overlooking the vast grounds. With his back to them he sits behind a large desk with piles of paperwork scattered across it. He looks very much like he doesn't want you here.
"Let's just get this over with."]
(I got lazy with the set up I'm sorry)
What’s their favorite way to hurt whumpee?
"There are many good ways. It's fun to just slap him though and see that stunned look on his face. It's amusing, especially if he was talking back - although sometimes I like to do it when he is behaving. Then he doesn't expect it."
Do they think they’re justified? Why?
"Yes. I own him; I can do what I like with my property. And he is only a warlock."
What’s the furthest they would go?
"I try not to kill him. That's about it. Most things can be healed."
What would they consider to be too far?
He gives a flat look. "Anything that causes permanent damage. But as I said, most things can be healed. Death is best avoided, but has happened in the past."
What moments have made them pity whumpee, if any?
"Nothing," he answers in a clipped tone. "Why would I waste pity on a warlock?"
Are they squeamish?
"Not particularly. I try not to get blood on myself, but as long as I can clean up quickly it's not a big deal. That's not because it affects me personally though, it's just basic decency."
What do they like most about whumpee? What do they dislike?
"He is good at his work, I'll grant him that. But sometimes he seems to think he's allowed to make decisions. It hasn't quite gotten through to him that it is not his place to question orders. And although I do enjoy his fight, I wish he would behave more around others. He's certainly capable of it, so I don't know why he insists on getting himself punished. Oh well, it's not like it matters. Some people like it."
Have they been hurt a lot in their own life? Or have they been relatively privileged?
"That's none of your business."
If they were to trade places with whumpee, would they handle it better or worse?
"Better, certainly. I know how to keep my mouth shut."
If they could temporarily feel everything that whumpee was feeling, would their behavior change?
"Why do you keep trying to get me to care? No, it wouldn't."
How do they feel about whumpee as a person?
"He's still too soft. I need to find a way to truly strip him of all his empathy. He's not very bright, and makes for terrible conversation. What some people see in him, I'll never know." He pauses for a moment, and then adds, "I don't understand him, or the way he thinks. He could make things so much easier for himself."
What did they think it would be like before they started? And how does that compare to how its actually been?
"I admit, I thought he'd be more compliant. I hadn't expected him to still think for himself. I like it this way though; it will be satisfying when he finally breaks beyond repair."
How long are they planning on keeping this up?
"For as long as he's useful."
What would their mother say?
"I have no idea. I suppose she probably wouldn't care. She wasn't involved in our work herself, but she never tried to stop us from doing what we had to."
[FOR ANCASSIUS]
(Skipping into the future for this one 🤫)
[The interview takes place outside, small table and chairs on a balcony overlooking the city. It's a sunny day. The air is pleasant.]
What habits have they noticed about whumpee, that whumpee likely isn’t aware of?
"Ones he isn't aware of? Uh... To be honest, I don't know how much he's aware of half the time. Many things he has to put effort into doing, like checking all the locks, but I don't knew if he's doing it consciously, not all the time. It's just automatic for him. He's prone to zoning out though, and he knows that, so he's probably aware to some extent..
"Oh, I don't think he's aware of the way he sometimes steps closer to me in public. Destrian, too; but usually me. He'd stop if anyone noticed, so we pretend not to."
Do they know what they’re doing?
"Eh. Does anyone?" He shrugs, a wry smile on his face. "I have spoken to some people I know, who better deal with this kind of thing. But this is... it's a lot. And as long as he continues to dismiss the professionals, we just... do what we can."
What is their end goal with helping whumpee?
His smile falters, just slightly. "I just want him to have as normal a life as possible. He'll never be, for lack of a better word, 'normal'. so much has happened. So many years were stolen from him, and..." He stops, dropping his gaze. "I don't know if it's possible. I don't think he'll ever forgive himself. I just hope he can come to terms with it."
How far would they go for whumpee? What would they consider too far?
"Anything. Sounds cliché, but it's true. I'd even be willing to die, but I don't think he could take that. Someone else better be there to pick up the pieces," he says brightly, although he's not entirely joking. "Even if it means being stuck in this city forever... If he needs me, I'm here. I don't want him to ever be alone again."
What advice would they have given to whumpee before they were hurt?
"I... I don't know. I don't know what advice I could possibly give. Stay strong? Like he hasn't been doing that his whole life. I don't think there's anything I could say that isn't condescending in some way."
What advice would they have given to their past self?
"...I don't know. Don't leave? Follow him, wherever he goes. Make sure he doesn't get in any trouble. Know who your friends are. Be careful. Don't go too far. Maybe don't dwell on the past."
What’s the worst state they’ve seen whumpee in?
He stiffens, frozen in place. His eyes turn hard, staring over the city but not seeing. "There's been..." He swallows, and clears his throat. His voice sounds forced. "There's been many times I thought... it's personal. I won't tell you." He shakes his head. But it's clear his mood has darkened. The atmosphere seems stifled.
Do they cry a lot?
"No. Sometimes I wish I could, but... I've never been much of a crier."
What would they say to whumper, if given the opportunity?
"Things that probably aren't fit for an interview. I don't think it would matter, either way. It's very clear he doesn't care. None of them do." There is an unmistakeable edge in his tone. Icy hatred at the very mention of those people. "Actions speak louder than words. I wouldn't give them the dignity of being spoken to."
Do they like whumpee as a person? Why or why not?
"Of course I do!" He seems offended at the very insinuation that he wouldn't. "He has his flaws, we all do. But he's a good person, I know it. He's so sweet with Aconite, he's always asking after us even if he's the one who clearly needs help, he's only ever wanted the best for everyone."
Don’t they ever get tired?
"Sometimes. I'm glad it's not just me; I think we both get sick of each other if we don't get a break. We've had our difficulties, we've worked through them. We're all learning here; I'm thankful neither of us are doing it alone."
What have they noticed really helps whumpee?
"Just existing as normal around him. He doesn't always want to talk to us, but we try to include him anyway. Sometimes he relaxes and joins us, sometimes he wants to stay separate. Not alone; unfortunately he can't always be trusted." He sounds genuinely regretful, "But he's never forced to actually engage with us. It seems to do him good, I think...
"Aconite definitely helps him. When he's more comfortable with strangers, I want to let him see some others pets. Maybe volunteer at an animal shelter. I think he'd like that. But only when we've got his triggers under better control.
"And it's important to watch ourselves. Soft voices, no sudden movements. And general words of reassurance. He acts like he doesn't care, but it's clear he relaxes."
What triggers have they noticed whumpee has?
"Touch, absolutely. He's been getting better, but clear communication is key and there's still a lot of times it just doesn't work out. Never touch him without express permission. And read his body language, because he will lie and say he's okay with it even though he's not. He does that with a lot of things.
"Even a mention of doctors or scientists puts him on edge. Which is rather inconvenient, given the circumstances. Bright lighting, metal clinking, the smell of cleaning products - we have to use very specific ones.
"Compliments to his appearance. Usually best to just not talk about the way he looks, even if you mean well. We're working on it.
"He doesn't like anything around his neck. He also wants to cover his neck. This makes things very difficult. Like so many things, it depends on the day; all we can do is try and see what happens.
"There's... bound to be more. But we've spent enough time on this."
How are they taking care of themself through all this?
"I will take a few days break here and there. Destrian too, but Elds and I... like I said, we'll drive each other up the wall if we're cooped up together for too long. I never leave Aenora, but I might go a few miles out just for a change of scenery. I've got people keeping me in check, I'm okay. "
Questions from this ask game by @/paingoes and inspired by @/whumpawaydarling's version!
(cws: Implied child abuse and implied deaths, though non-permanent, and including suicide.)
Featuring: Ev (they/she, 14yo). My dear immortal whumpee that has recently taken over my brain <3
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The room is round and tall, finely decorated by a variety of pale sofas, all of good taste. They are spread around its shiny hardwood floor, which sparsely appears by the gaps of an extensive fluffy carpet. All the white is complemented by soft auburn pillows lounging over the seats, the warm morning sky being shown through a tall window—you had meant to make them comfortable, and by the kid's demeanor, it seems to have worked.
Evangeline wears a pink sleeveless sweater and shorts, fit for the weather, seeming comfortable. They'd asked to allow in some air. The faint breeze coming in sways her hair, and she isn't looking at you.
You flicker a pen and take out your clipboard, clearing your throat to draw her attention.
May I? You ask.
They don't look embarrassed in the slightest at having ignored you, but don't drag it out any longer at the question. The kid just stares back, prying her eyes away from the window and shrugging with a nod, settled on one of the round cushions spread around the room. It looks soft.
1. What emotion do they experience most often?
Ev seems to think for a while.
"I don't know," she concludes. "I don't exactly remember. It all…" she wanders off. "It all seems to blend together after a while."
"In the beginning, though, I think it was this heavy clawing feeling at my chest," they point out to it, mimicking the motion. "I don't know what to call it. It made it hard to breathe."
2. What do they dream about?
She averts her eyes from you, falling back in the sofa with a muffled huff. You try not to be offended. "Hm," she wets her lips. "A dream? I want a birthday party. A big one," she settles in, as if just deciding it. "But Eli has to be there. Since it's my birthday." They stare at the ceiling, not sounding that energetic about the idea in a way that makes you think they don't really believe it'll be real. "Though that won't happen. She doesn't always can."
3. How is their pain tolerance compared to the average person?
They hum, thinking it over, still laying down with their belly up. "Good, I guess. I'm used to it."
4. What’s their least favorite kind of pain?
You catch them tensing up in their spot. Evangeline rolls over on her side.
Her voice is low when she says, "fire." They don't move for a few moments. "I don't like fire."
5. Would they rather be hurt or humiliated?
She groans. "Neither. But I won't combust or anything, so it's whatever."
6. What could they be threatened with that would make them genuinely panic?
A little squeaking noise leaves their mouth, but it's low. "Don't tell her," she pleads, the sound starting to come out strangled. "I don't like the Chamber. I don't like it when she locks me there." You think you see the border of tears beginning to form on her eyes. "It's—I don't like it. I don't like it," she repeats. "I know I only—It's only when I deserve it, but I don't like it." Their voice breaks at the last words.
7. How do they feel about caretaker?
That makes the girl snap her eyes back at you. She sits up, rising her arm at her eyes to wipe them.
"She's the coolest person on Earth," she states, matter-of-factly. There's a glimmer of pride in there, despite how she sniffs. "My sister is smart, and she's very talented," they nod, smiling. "Did you know she rules NAIPE all by herself? And she raised me all alone," the grin on her face is fond. "I love her."
8. How do they feel about whumper as a person?
Evangeline seems confused. "But I just said that," she answers, legs crossed. "I love her."
9. Do they rationalize their pain at all? How do they cope with it?
They blink. "Do I what?"
You put down your clipboard and start explaining it to them. They make a face.
"It's nothing," she puts her elbow on her knee and supports a cheek on the hand. "I just get rid of it."
There's a pause.
"When she lets me."
10. If they could go back in time, what would they do differently?
Evangeline starts swinging back and forth, legs still crossed on the sofa. "Hm," they purse their lips. "I would be better." They look down. "I guess."
She doesn't give any further explanation. You aren't sure what she is talking about.
11. Would they trade places with whumper?
"No!" They answer, quickly. Then, looking a bit embarrassed, continue, "I could never be like her. Eli is strong, and smart. I'm not like that. B—besides," she looks down, playing with a lock of her bangs. "I'm the only one that can stay as is. If it wasn't me then—" their voice breaks again, and they take a while to recover it. "I can survive. I can bear it."
12. What do they think about while they’re resting/healing?
"Sometimes it's about wanting to go out again," they ponder, with a grimace. Their arms rise up to hug themelf. You don't think she notices it. "I know I shouldn't when Eliah says I can't, but—" they bite their lip, averting their gaze again. "Sometimes it's too much," they mumble. "And I wish she'd let me die."
Then there's a shrug. She seems to want to get rid of the thought. "I'm a good sibling, though. I don't disobey her. I… just. I eventually am fine."
13. Who do they trust most?
They don't miss a beat in answering. "Eliah."
14. So, what did they learn?
"Ah," you think their gaze is almost bitter for a second. It's quickly gone.
"To win points," she says. "I mean, not exactly points, but if I'm good today, I can, like, get the syringe in another, you know? It's the best. You don't even feel it, and it leaves nothing when you come back," she smiles softly. You feel a little uncomfortable and decide against asking what the syringe is. "When I can't have it, though, sometimes Eli lets me do it myself. I like it when she does. Even the phantom pain that stays isn't as bad, somehow," she shrugs. "So, yeah. If you're good, you get nice things."
She still doesn't look at you.
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[Editor's notes:
Question #6 — "The Chamber" refers to a certain punishment applied by Eliah Nuray [their legal guardian) in the circumstances in which Evangeline misbehaves, albeit more rarely than other "disciplining techniques". The employee we consulted was hesitant in providing further details as to what exactly "the Chamber" entails, so it remains unclear.
Question #9 — Here, they are referring to the particularity of their power to retain the pain of death even after they come back. (They are also referring to it when they talk about "phantom pains" in question #14.) Evangeline often deals with this by merely dying a second time in a more painless way, making it so that the new death overwrites the first and its (minimal) pain replaces the previous one as well. It seems such technique is sometimes forbidden by her sister. (Also what they are referencing in question #12.)
Question #14 — Ev seems to be referring to a substance named pentobarbital, a type of fast-acting barbiturate, used in the process of painless euthanasia.]
Questions from this ask game by @ paingoes. The interview format was pioneered by holidayinhell and @whumpawaydarling. This is extremely self-indulgent, but we're on tumblr. what isnt.
Contains: allusions to attempted suicide, drug use, and unspecified torture.
Featuring: Elster (speaking as whumpee, whumper, and caretaker) and Zachary, who’s finally free of this genre and here to record.
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Two men sit in a comfortable living room that technically doesn’t exist. It’s a lived-in space, full of shiny things, and there are a few annotated theater scripts on the table. Both men are tall and dark-haired, and human enough from a distance. Only from a distance. Up close, the interviewee has an iridescent shine to his hair, and the interviewer’s ears are too pointed.
Zachary flips open his journal. It’s not a spellbook, nor is it a reporter’s notepad. He doesn't do either of those things professionally. “Ready to begin?”
“We’ve got to figure out where these visions are coming from,” Elster replies, but he doesn’t refuse.
For Whumpee
1. What emotion do they experience most often?
E: I can’t describe it. A sense of being left behind, perhaps? It’s more a lack of understanding than grief. I feel forgiven for things that should not have been. I know humans live short lives, but everything is moving so quickly. I feel I am the last person who remembers.
2. What do they dream about?
E: What could have been.
Z: I think the answer for this one is supposed to get more introspective. Like, what are your goals?
E: I also have nightmares. Falling through the dark.
Z: [sigh] I dream of getting to be famous for other things than this. I don’t want to die as just a superhero, you know? We never fix anything. I want to mean something, or at least I want to tell stories that do. There. I think that’s enough.
3. How is their pain tolerance compared to the average person?
E: I am not an average person. It is correspondingly high.
Z: That is certainly true.
4. What’s their least favorite kind of pain?
E: The cold. It gets into things and breaks them apart. There’s no escaping it, but you can’t help but fight the whole way down. You shiver and burn and soon enough it’s like you’re all alone in the universe. [pause] The whole of existence is rebellion against the cold, isn’t it? In the end we will have burned everything. Human scientists call it heat death. I think that’s beautiful.
5. Would they rather be hurt or humiliated?
E: Humiliated, and that they had to ask proves that whoever sent you these questions has never truly known the former.
Z: Can you imagine what kind of guy that would be though? To really be tortured and still go “hmm. I’d rather look cool”. Like, the question isn’t even asking if you’d rather be hurt or keep some fundamental core value. It’s about pride.
E: Everyone takes time to break. Maybe these questions aren’t meant to be asked after.
6. What could they be threatened with that would make them genuinely panic?
E: Another fall between the worlds would do it. It seems prudent for me to remind whoever sent these questions that I can teleport now, and that the heroes of this world have all but emptied Hell.
[Zach's note: it’s not Hell like you’re thinking]
7. How do they feel about caretaker?
E: What, you mean what I’ve been doing for Alex? You must be, because I didn’t get a caretaker. Unless you count that assassin during the invasion. That was brainwashing. Of course he took care of me.
Z: Oh please. He’s nearly as famous for adopting strays as for the hero stuff. Hell, he’s half the reason I ever got back to the surface.
E: [silence]
Z: I know you know his name.
8. How do they feel about whumper as a person?
E: My only wish is that I could have helped to kill him.
9. Do they rationalize their pain at all? How do they cope with it?
E: The fact of the matter is that I should be dead thrice over, and each time it came for me I should’ve made sure it stuck. Everything I touch falls apart.
Z: You saved my life.
E: You’re twenty-three. We have decades to go until I can be certain I didn’t cut your life short.
[Elster takes a flask from the inside pocket of his suitjacket]
E: As for the second question, this is laudanum. I make it myself. And I distract myself otherwise.
Z: I really hate how much of that you drink.
E: Unlike you, I couldn’t banish my chronic pain with self-acceptance and a visit home.
10. If they could go back in time, what would they do differently?
[Elster drinks]
E: I’d let my “family” do whatever the hell they wanted. Not worth throwing a spanner into the works. That’s not the right vernacular, is it? Not worth trying to sabotage it. Failing that, I’d find a more effective method for ending my life than throwing myself into the sea.
11. Would they trade places with whumper?
E: He’s dead now. Shockingly, I’m not. I’m not making that switch now that things are finally decent. When I was actually down there? I’d have done it in a heartbeat.
12. What do they think about while they’re resting/healing?
E: I don’t recall. It was over a decade ago, and hard to think.
Z: You were probably coming up with a way to keep your soul.
E: Was I? Were you thinking about such lofty ideals?
Z: Yeah, actually. And about tv shows.
[Elster laughs]
14. So, what did they learn?
E: That I'm setting up some arcane protections for you after this. These are not your usual visions.
Z: That would probably block all of my visions. They're almost all glimpses of broken timelines. These questions really aren’t that bad, El.
E: There’s a voice in your dreams asking you to ask me what I learned from torture, explain to me how that isn’t bad? Fine. What did I learn? I learned that humans think “superpowers” let a single man actually change things. For the better, even. That’s a lie. Nothing ever changes. We only have power enough to destroy ourselves.
For Whumper
1. What’s their favorite way to hurt whumpee?
Z: Okay. I’m starting to agree with you that these are weird questions.
E: Gods…I don’t enjoy hurting anyone. I’m not a sadist. It’s the power I like. My favorite is whatever maximizes the latter. Simple force works well, especially around people who don’t expect it. Civilization is built on violence, but everyone is shocked when there’s blood on the floor.
2. Do they think they’re justified? Why?
E: As I said, modern human society is rotten at it's core. I could have fixed things, were I half as free to act as I pretended. As for more recent actions? Alex was raised with a single goal, to kill me and avenge his parents. Do you truly think there was any other way I could’ve kept myself alive?
3. What’s the furthest they would go?
E: With enough pressure, no one has any limits.
4. What would they consider to be too far?
E: I already went too far with Alex. He was supposed to be my enemy, just neutralized. It would’ve been fun. All that righteous fury with no way to show it. I could’ve made him do anything. Now I’m just trying to keep him alive.
5. What moments have made them pity whumpee, if any?
E: I’ve always pitied him. It’s impossible not to pity a slave who doesn’t even desire freedom.
6. Are they squeamish?
E: I’ve killed thousands of people. No.
[Zach's note: footage from Elster’s villainous era consistently shows him looking away at the moment of a strike]
8. Have they been hurt a lot in their own life? Or have they been relatively privileged?
E: Did we not just answer questions about my worst tortures? I’ve been through hell.
Z: You were also raised by a noble family though.
E: They weren’t my family.
9. If they were to trade places with whumpee, would they handle it better or worse?
E: I don’t think that’s an answerable question. What I’ve done to Alex began when he was a child. To trade places would mean I would be the one orphaned at age eight.
Z: You were traded away from home as an infant though. What if the treaty was signed later?
E: I suppose I’d run away. There were times I spent decades among humans. I’d simply not come back.
11. How do they feel about whumpee as a person?
E: He’s a tragic, wretched, thing with the power to destroy a planet. I hope someday he runs far away from this place and learns how to be a person. He probably never will. He’s clinging to a lie for a sense of identity. Most people do, but he has it worse than most.
12. What did they think it would be like before they started? And how does that compare to how it’s actually been?
E: As before, I didn’t expect Alex to break like this. I thought I’d have to keep an eye on him to make sure he wasn’t scheming to kill me. Now I’m worried for his sake.
13. How long are they planning on keeping this up?
E: I don’t plan on ever giving up his powers, but he draws from an infinite pool. That aspect of the spell is unobtrusive. Alex seemed frightened when I offered to hide the visible mark though. I believe the boy has gotten attached to it.
14. What would their mother say?
E: She’s dead, but considering what she did to me, I can’t help but feel she wouldn’t care how I treat a human boy.
For Caretaker
1.What habits have they noticed about whumpee, that whumpee likely isn’t aware of?
E: Sometimes he cries in his sleep.
Z: Elster. How do you know that.
E: You're smarter than that. Don’t waste my time.
3. What is their end goal with helping whumpee?
E: I’d like him to be less of a danger to himself. Enough of this is my doing that if he did something permanent, I fear it would send me spiraling after him.
Z: You look like you want to say something else.
E: I was asked not to hurt him, once. That's all.
4. How far would they go for whumpee? What would they consider too far?
E: I’ve gone about as far as I will. If he realizes his mistakes and begs for my help again, I'll give it, but that will be the last time. He’s just about lost the privilege of making poor decisions.
5. What advice would they have given to whumpee before they were hurt?
E: Exactly what I did say. Obey and I won’t have to hurt you.
6. What advice would they have given to their past self?
[there is a significant delay before he speaks]
E: I’d tell myself not to kill Alex’s father. I thought then that I could still weasel out of my bargain and conquer the world the way I wanted, but I was wrong. It was a -what did he call it- a no-win scenario. The heroes stopped me the next day, and that was the best of all possible worlds. That meant I could’ve locked him away for someone else to find. He could have lived, and then Alex would still have a father.
7. What’s the worst state they’ve seen whumpee in?
E: Bleeding out with his arms around my neck. Just the most abject desperation possible. He didn’t want me to go.
Z: I… I don’t think Alex has ever shared that part with me.
E: Would you have?
8. Do they cry a lot?
E: More than was expected of me.
9. What would they say to whumper, if given the opportunity?
E: I’d tell my past self that the power-dampener is already enough to send him into a panic. Don’t break his arm. Just taunt him and wait a while. He’ll give in eventually, and with less of a mess.
Z: I keep forgetting that you were a supervillain.
E: Don’t?
11. What have they noticed really helps whumpee?
E: He likes having someone who listens. His shame is so deep, and he feels I'm the only one who won't hate him for it. After all, I already know.
13. How are they taking care of themself through all this?
E: Having Alex’s powers is a reward all on it's own. I get perfect security and in exchange I sit with this kid once every few weeks because he’s about to do something stupid and then he sobs on my shoulder and I go back to my life. It’s less effort than a dog would be. Besides, no one even cares anymore, do they?
Z: Okay, wait a minute, we definitely do still care. That December is going to haunt me until I die.
E: Lots of things haunt you, Zachary, but is our relationship meaningfully different than it would be had I not betrayed you?
[Zach lifts his left palm, where there was once a magical brand, and now only a very thin scar. Self-inflicted.]
Z: Quit lying.
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This is at the tail end of the timeline, about five years after Buried Depths and three years after One For Sorrow.
Yes, my justification for how to get Elster to answer anything is for his one confidant (who is canonically a tumblr user) to see a list of ominous questions in his dreams and ask them. This is non-canon but Zach would behave like this.
@seraphmolar crazy seeing you here. We shall torment the characters together! You know who Elster really is.
so i got excited. questions from this ask game by @/paingoes (whumpee/whumper/caretaker = sparrow/the lady morgan/angel)
oc picrews here! sorry there is so much exposition i literally cannot shut up. hope u enjoy <3
cw's: pet ? whump (in the dehumanising sense more than literal), nightmares, tiny ref to self harm, compliant whumpee, allusions to sexual violence, controlling whumper, carewhumpee, restraints, self-loathing whumpee
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Sparrow:
The video comes into focus in a dimly lit shed - there is no artificial light, only what filters in through gaps in the roof where boards have rotted and fallen down. Sparrow is blindfolded, and silent as they are led to sit at a small desk with paper and a pencil atop it. You cannot remove the shock collar, but you can remove the blindfold. No further restraint is needed - they will not try to run.
They are stiff and rigid in the chair, but they still somehow tense as the blindfold is removed. They blink - it does not take them as long as usual to adjust to the light. She does not look at you, but seems slightly confused that you have moved away.
This is just an interview, you say. You can answer honestly.
They frown, and pick up the pencil tentatively, eyeing you warily. When no resistance is found, they write. Is Miss in trouble? Their writing is small and neat, but their hands are unsteady from disuse.
When you reply no, they deflate almost imperceptibly, but nod. Will she see what I've said?
No. We can burn your answers later, if you'd like.
She still seems unsure, but nods again.
After a moment, you ask: ready?
They look up, a small expression of awe on their face. Yes, they write.
What emotion do they experience most often?
They think a little, tapping the pencil lightly on the paper. Sadness, I think. I don't really know what to do. There's no anger. If I'm angry at anyone, I'm angry at myself.
2. What do they dream about?
I wish I could say I dream about getting out. I don't, anymore. I dream of the life I wanted to live with her. I dream that she changes her mind one day, that I'm good enough, that she lets me be a person again. Not just her pet. I was never sure about marriage, but if she wanted a real wife now, an equal, I would be grateful.
If you're talking about actual dreams? I have a lot of nightmares. She pauses, their free hand moving to hold their clavicle in an attempt at self-soothing. She twists the wrist holding the pencil, feeling strain already.There was… a time, earlier, when she… I had. A lot of magical nightmares. Those were worse. It wasn't for long, I think. She'd put me to sleep and I'd have a nightmare and get hurt and wake up screaming, and then she'd do it again. It didn't take long for me to beg her to stop. It was the most pain I'd ever felt.
Normal nightmares, though? I'm trapped a lot. There was one day though… I dreamt that I got out, but I was just running in the forest for a long while, and then I came home.
3. How is their pain tolerance compared to the average person?
They press their lips together, thinking. It's pretty decent, I think? To the average person? I'm not sure if it's gotten better or worse since meeting her. She doesn't really hurt me. Not physically. She's really gentle, most of the time. If she wants to hurt me, it's in those nightmares - but those don't scar, and I don't know if that pain is exactly accurate. I think it is. I can't be sure. I don't ever want to be.
4. What’s their least favourite kind of pain?
It does not take them long to answer. Emotional. It's too confusing.
5. Would they rather be hurt or humiliated?
Hurt. It doesn't happen often. I like seeing the blood. Does that sound bad? I like getting scars - not that I have any. She hates them, and she always tries to get rid of them, and she knows my body better than I do, so I know I don't have any from things that she's hurt me with. She always gets someone to come and heal me. Once I stuck this tiny shard of glass on the side of my foot, but she noticed that too.
They sigh, and if prompted, will point to the spot on their foot where there is no scar. I don't think I really even thought it would scar. I just wanted to do something.
They pause. What was the question again?
At a reminder, they bite the inside of their mouth. I'm more used to humiliation. Does that mean it's an easier option? I'm not sure. Both are bad.
6. What could they be threatened with that would make them genuinely panic?
Sparrow does not answer this question for a long while. They tap the paper with the pencil, bounce their leg. If she told me she didn't want me anymore. I know what happened to the last one.
7. How do they feel about caretaker?
They smile, soft and genuine. Amethyst? They're an angel in more ways than literal. One day they'll get out of here, and they'll be the first to do it, and I will be very happy for them. You obviously cannot discern tone, but they do genuinely seem to believe it.
8. How do they feel about whumper as a person?
[Redacted]* is evil.
*Editor's note: she writes the Lady's first name - an act of defiance.
9. Do they rationalize their pain at all? How do they cope with it?
My… pain. They pause, thinking. They seem sad. Am I - they take another long pause in the middle of this sentence - allowed to not answer?
Worry becomes evident in her posture, but she visibly relaxes when you do not press further.
10. If they could go back in time, what would they do differently?
She shakes her head and her writing comes out rough - she's pressing harder on the paper than she has been. That's impossible. It's impossible to do that. Don't ask me that. Their hand shakes, and the neat handwriting comes out wobbly. They put the pencil down, but picks it up again, suddenly, before you ask the next question.
Don't you think I would've done it already?
11. Would they trade places with whumper?
She frowns. No. I am not evil.
12. What do they think about while they’re resting/healing?
Food? They sigh, loudly, too loudly, and a shock rings through the shed. They grip the table to steady themselves, bite their lip to stop themselves crying out. They glance up, embarrassed. She tries to put the pencil to paper again, but she is shaking and cannot finish her next thought.
It is understandable though. Being lov
13. Who do they trust most?
They think for a moment, smiling slightly. I like Dove. I like Robin. I like Amethyst. Trust, though… I trust them. I do. I trust them not to hurt me on purpose. My life, my freedom, my body, is not in their hands though. I don't know what trusting them would do.
14. So, what did they learn?
Sparrow stills. They stare at the paper for a while, poised to write, but nothing comes. Eventually, they write, slow and steady. What did I learn? I'm not sure. A lot. Too much to say in writing. That people can be impossibly cruel. That praying doesn't do much when you don't believe in it. That it means more to pray when you aren't allowed. That she can't control my thoughts. She can control all of me, but she cannot control my mind.
When she realises that the interview is over, she makes a sudden movement and scrunches up all the papers, but flinches immediately in anticipation of punishment. Still, she refuses to leave till you show her that you've burned them.
The Lady Morgan:
A grand, beautifully appointed room. A huge window overlooks green grounds, a fountain, and a flower garden with brightly coloured blooms. The room is decorated in shades of red, beige, and gold, with grand vases of flowers and chandeliers completing the decor, all perfectly colour-coordinated and matching.
The Lady Morgan sits on a chaise longue, completely at ease surrounded by the opulence. She wears a red satin shirt and black trousers, her hair in a messy up-do with strands falling around her face. She wears dark red lipstick, dangling pearl earrings and a pearl necklace.
"Go on," she says, sounding a little bored. "I hope this is interesting."
What’s their favourite way to hurt whumpee?
Her hand drifts downwards to ruffle the hair of a Sparrow who is not there. She frowns at that more than the question, and she answers after a moment of silence. "They make such beautiful sounds when they don't know which of my orders to complete. I don't like hurting my Sparrow, though. It only hurts as long as they let it. I'm very gentle."
2. Do they think they’re justified? Why?
She sounds genuinely confused. "Justified about what?
3. What’s the furthest they would go?
She sounds deadly serious. "If they misbehave, I have plenty of favours to call in to cause as much damage as possible without making a mark on their body. That's my limit. Everyone knows that, too. Weapons are not allowed within five feet of them. If I find out that anyone has so much as nicked their skin, they will have hell to pay."
4. What would they consider to be too far?
She scoffs, laying down to drape herself over the armrest. "I just said that. Nothing permanent." She smiles then, and looks back up to lock eyes with the interviewer. "Outwardly, at least. I'm not naïve enough to think that there isn't permanent damage inside." She makes a dismissive gesture. "But that's all relative."
5. What moments have made them pity whumpee, if any?
She thinks for a moment, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Oh, there was this one moment. We were meeting at a bakery for coffee. Far out of their budget - impossibly expensive. I knew that. She was so nervous, and oh, she'd made such an effort. I swear she was close to tears when she saw the prices. That was pitiful. She had no idea what was happening, poor sweetheart." She hums, still clearly lost in the memory, and twirls a strand of hair around her finger. "Though they found out soon enough."
6. Are they squeamish?
She seems strangely affronted by the question. "No." A pause, then, "well, yes. K-" She catches herself before she says K's name, and grins slowly before continuing. "K offered to let me into a dream, but it was… not as interesting as I thought it would be. I do hate when people get blood on my furniture though. Not that I would have to clean it up, but I've spent good money on this." She pats the couch, then frowns. "Where is Sparrow, again? I need them here."
7. What do they like most about whumpee? What do they dislike?
She smiles. "She is incredibly obedient. A perfect little songbird." For the second question, she thinks a little longer. "Sometimes, though, I think I can see something in their eyes. They wouldn't run. Not my Sparrow, but I - I do like to dismiss it as paranoia. Something. I'm not sure what. There's something. A flicker, and then it's gone." She's started speaking quieter, as if she's musing to herself more than answering you, but she looks up again and shifts back to her normal tone. "But they are obedient. More than that, they know there is no way out of this, away from me."
8. Have they been hurt a lot in their own life? Or have they been relatively privileged?
She raises an eyebrow. "That is not for you to ask."
(Editor's note: she has never known pain.)
9. If they were to trade places with whumpee, would they handle it better or worse?
"Oh, my Sparrow is really quite good. I think I would be able to pretend better, though. Sometimes they get so tense. Loosen up, sweetheart, I tell them." She shrugs, then reapplies lipstick. "It doesn't matter, though. I would not be so stupid."
10. If they could temporarily feel everything that whumpee was feeling, would their behaviour change?
"That will never happen. I am sure she feels terribly conflicted. That is a problem for her to solve, not me."
11. How do they feel about whumpee as a person?
"She is beautiful. She is mine, and that elevates her beyond anything else. I look at her and see a beautiful, elegant rose."
(This, of course, means that the Lady does not see Sparrow as a person - not completely. Not properly. They are nothing more than an extension of her will. An accessory.)
12. What did they think it would be like before they started? And how does that compare to how its actually been?
She raises her eyebrows and smiles. "Now that is an interesting question. I suppose I thought that there would be more resistance, but other than a few small hiccups, my sweetheart has been an absolute pleasure." She grins. "In more ways than one."
13. How long are they planning on keeping this up?
"Oh, as long as Sparrow stays interesting. They are, and I have not grown old of hearing them, but all good things end." She frowns very slightly. "I wouldn't let her go, of course. There's only one road out of this house, and it ends within the grounds."
14. What would their mother say?
That catches her off guard. "My - mother? What does she have to do with any of this?" Then she seems to grasp your question, and her face darkens with anger. "My mother will never be anything more than in the dark about the truth regarding Sparrow. I am doing far better for myself than she ever did, and she could say nothing to me that would matter."
Angel:
She is sitting, rigidly upright and cross-legged, on a grand four-poster canopy bed. Her right wrist is cuffed to a bedpost, and her jaw is visibly clenched. Her wrists are slightly raw, day-old bruises visible. She's wearing a white strapless crop top and white shorts, as well as a gold collar unattached to anything at the moment. Two gold anklets sit around her ankles, but on closer inspection, you can see that they are simply shackles with the chain between them removed.
She eyes the camera warily, her eyes flicking between it and the cuff. They try to hide it, but it is obvious that she is breathing quickly, heavily. "Can you - say something?" Then, quieter, "this is so fucking humiliating."
It's just an interview, Angel.
"Not my fucking name," she mutters. She looks up with narrowed eyes, then back down to the cuff restraining her to the bed.
"Do you really need this then?" She tugs on it experimentally, but it doesn't give. You know she could break her hand to get out, but she doesn't.
At your insistence, she bites the inside of her mouth and rolls her eyes. "Yeah. I get it. I'm fucking volatile. Don't ask any weird questions and I won't bite."
After a moment of tense silence, you ask: ready?
It seems to throw them, and the angry edge to their voice vanishes. "Oh, uh. Yes. I thought - thought you'd just start."
What habits have they noticed about whumpee, that whumpee likely isn’t aware of?
Amy purses her lips, deep in thought. "Sparrow? They get dazed, sometimes. It's impossible to tell when they're quiet, because they're always quiet, but they get dazed. In their own world. It takes a couple tries to get through to her. Obviously, if it's [the Lady's first name], she snaps to attention. I try not to draw attention to it. There's no need. It's not in her control."
They pause, thinking. "They hold themselves a lot. But like - not hugging. Stuff like holding their collarbone, or - pressing on the pulse points in their wrists and hands. Ribs, too. They press on their ribs. I don't know whether they know they're doing it. I don't know if it helps." She's quiet, staring into the air for a moment before remembering where she is. "Might have something to do with the fact that she can't see. The only solid thing she knows for sure is there is herself."
2. Do they know what they’re doing?
"No. Never."
3. What is their end goal with helping whumpee?
She speaks intently, truthfully. "We need to get out of this shithole. I need to keep her alive till we get out, and then I'm going to show her what love is. I'm going to love her in all the ways she deserves."
4. How far would they go for whumpee? What would they consider too far?
Their answer comes quickly, with an edge of determination to it. "Anything. Anything. I'd die for her." They pause at that, like they're stunned at their own words, but they shake their head and continue. "Um. I would. There's nothing too far. Not for Sparrow, not for anyone. If Jamie asked, if Riley asked, I would do it. Whatever they ask. I can take it."
5. What advice would they have given to whumpee before they were hurt?
She straightens up, blinks, tilts her head, visibly thrown - confused. "Advice?" They pause. "That's hard. Uh, don't trust people. But that's infantalising. They didn't do it on purpose. It was a trick." They think a little longer, then say, "I guess… to stay strong? That's… cheap, though. They are strong. Sparrow's - the strongest person I know."
6. What advice would they have given to their past self?
They scoff. "Don't need any advice. Wouldn't do anything differently."
When you ask if they're ready to move on, they shake their head wordlessly and their confident tone disappears when they speak again. They don't sound sad, just genuine. "I - actually, I guess it would've been better with backup. I didn't think it'd be this bad. Just wanted to keep Calyx safe. They were - fuck, I'd never seen them so scared in my life."
Their own eyes widen with panic as tears build in them, suddenly, and they turn to hide their face in the crook of their free arm. They breathe once, twice, then continue. "I -" they break off with a short, bitter laugh. "I said - two weeks. Ha. Two weeks, max. That was stupid. This, though." They gesture around them. "There's no advice that could've prepared me for this."
7. What’s the worst state they’ve seen whumpee in?
Immediately, you can tell that Amy has gone to a dark place. Their smile falls, they go very still and rigid and break eye contact. They start to open their mouth, then catch themselves. They settle back into a casual posture, though it still seems forced. "I'm not telling you that. That's Sparrow's private business."
8. Do they cry a lot?
"No." It is truthful, but her eyes widen slightly after the admission. Both of you are very aware of what happened two questions ago, but she doesn't bring it up.
"Not that it's bad. If you do cry. If I did. I just - don't. I… I guess I don't really have the energy to, most of the time. I'm busy. I used to…" they trail off, lost in thought suddenly.
When they speak again, it's quiet. "I used to cry when I was around Amber and Evan. In the afterglow, you know? Sunny mornings. When they'd hold hands over my body. Press kisses to my shoulders. I don't cry when that doesn't happen now, but I think about it. When I'm staring at the ceiling. Processing. I think about them. That's… probably the closest I've gotten. That, and, um. If I imagine what would happen if it was Calyx here instead of me. I… try not to think about it. I hope they're safe. I hope they aren't worrying about me. They've been through enough. I'm handling it. Rather me than them. Any day."
9. What would they say to whumper, if given the opportunity?
"Oh, I've told her." They pause, their proud grin falling. "I - don't. Anymore. But I have told her. She's a piece of shit. She's evil. She deserves to die painfully. I would like to kill her painfully. I've told her. She knows. Not anymore, though." They bite their lip, and rub a hand on their thigh. "I… regret saying it all. I was so… angry, at first. Biting. It only fucked things up for everyone else. For Sparrow. I wish I hadn't said it."
10. Do they like whumpee as a person? Why or why not?
"Yes. Obviously. Who wouldn't?"
Why?
"Because they're -" she pauses, thinking. When she speaks again, it's quieter. "She collects buttons, you know. Or - she used to. Got caught and now she doesn't. She prays. She's hopeful and not hopeful. Has she told you that she wants me to get out? It's crazy - it's like she doesn't see that for herself anymore. I don't know her, not really. Not enough. I'd like to. I'd like to see her light up. I've only seen it a couple times." The next part is even less audible. "Most beautiful fucking thing on this miserable planet."
11. Don’t they ever get tired?
"Tired?" They seem immediately poised to deny it, but something stops them before they speak. Something dark and quiet settles over them, and she curls into herself very slightly before sighing. "No," they lie. "I'm handling it. I can deal with it."
12. What have they noticed really helps whumpee?
"Space. Love. Talking about love. Talking about what I used to have. You wouldn't think it, but somehow, it helps. They relax. It's like… they start dreaming. They cry, sometimes, and that gets me choked up too, but it's… they hold my hand and trace good and I know it's because they're building hope for themselves. Or even just… reminding themselves that good love is real."
13. What triggers have they noticed whumpee has?
Amy thinks about the question, and it's almost like you can see them listing them in their mind. They are silent for a long while, then seem to realise that you're still there. "I'm not telling you, by the way. It's just good to keep a log."
If you push, they groan and say, "touch, obviously. Don't fucking touch them."
14. How are they taking care of themself through all this?
The question makes them visibly uncomfortable, and they forcibly cough to break the awkward silence. "I… it's not like I can. Um, but it's fine. I'm fine. I don't need anything, anyway."
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tagging people who seemed interested in the ptl blurbs i posted ! pls tell me if you'd rather not be tagged though or if you would!
Are you getting sick of these interviews yet? I'm not, I'm having fun :3
Questions from this ask game by @/whumpawaydarling, thank you for making this!!
How do you sleep?
Eldwin: He rolls his eyes, very clearly fed up. "I don't."
[Clyde looks equally annoyed at doing another interview. He stays silent.]
... Where do you sleep? Whumpee, are you trusted with whumper's answer?
Eldwin: "Anywhere. I have a room here. I get a free room at several syndicate owned inns. I've woken up in alleyways and rooftops. As long as it's safe, I'll sleep anywhere."
Clyde: "Were you sleeping, or did you pass out?"
Eldwin: "Same thing. Anyway, I know where Clyde sleeps sure. I've never been in his room, and frankly I really don't want to, but I know where it is. Bit hard to miss when we live together."
Have you ever been terrified? Of what?
E: "When I was younger, yes. There's been a lot of things."
C: "You weren't so young with the aether harvests."
E: "Shut up. What about you, do you even feel anything?"
C: "Don't tell me to shut up. You could do with being a little more terrified, if you ask me."
What's the worst pain you've ever been in?
E: He takes a moment to think, his face blank but his eyes staring at a high point of the wall. "That's... hard to answer. The fire was bad, but only for a few seconds. The aether harvests are awful, probably the worst in sheer level, and the ache and exhaustion lingers for weeks... Yeah, it probably is that. But there's a lot of contenders."
When's the last time you were sick?
E: "I don't remember when I was not."
C: "You were bad last winter. You were out of commission for weeks. You probably don't recall." Those last words were said with a note of disdain.
E: He stays quiet for a moment before replying. "No. I don't."
Whumper, what's your favourite punishment or way to hurt whumpee? Whumpee, what's your least favourite?
C: "The barbed wire worked wonders. Not something I'd do regularly, though. Isolation always works well, he doesn't like that."
E: "Specifically punishments? The barbed wire was the worst. By far. Isolation is a close second though. I hate not being busy."
What would you say you value most in the world?
E: "...Family. It's why I'm here, after all."
[When Clyde doesn't answer, Eldwin continues] "For him, it's probably money. Or power. I suppose they go hand in hand."
Have you ever lied to the other about anything? (Let's say whumpee won't get in trouble for this. Don't worry.)
E: "Oh, all the time."
C: "Yes, you're not very good at it."
E: "Good enough to still have a job. Hey, how do you know? What's my tell? I can improve."
C: "I just know."
E: He crosses his arms. "Well, you lie to me a lot too, I'm sure. So we're even in that regard."
Whumpee, what, if anything, do you miss the most? Whumper, would you ever give it to them?
E: "What do I miss...?" The question seems to give him pause. He looks at the floor, his eyes glazed. "I don't know," he says after awhile. "I miss home, of course. But it's been so long, I'm.. not sure I remember."
C: "Well I can't give you that can I?"
E: "Not that you'd give me anything." He speaks quietly. It's indiscernible whether he's speaking from anger or sadness.
Whumpee, what's the kindest thing whumper has ever done for you?
E: "He keeps me safe. From most people, at least. I'm thankful for the freedom he gives me."
C: "You could act like it."
What would you do if the other died? (If either is immortal, pretend it would be permanent.)
E: "I'd... probably belong to Lord Alistair, right? Do you have a will, or something? You should probably make one."
C: "What, are you planning to kill me?" He rolls his eyes with a scowl. "Believe me, you don't want him to own you. As for what I'd do, I'd just do what I was doing before. The loss of income would be unfortunate, but would hardly change our lives. It's just a bonus is all."
E: "You would also miss beating me up."
C: "I could get someone else for that."
Whumpee, would you ever go to whumper for comfort? Whumper, would you ever provide it?
E: "Fuck no. He'd probably be shit at giving it anyway."
C: "No, I wouldn't provide it. He's been coddled too much; as evidenced by the way he speaks."
Did you have a life before this?
E: "...Yes."
What's your biggest regret?
E: "...Yes."
C: "That's not an answer."
E: "Do I really need to?"
Whumper, is (permanent) death on the cards for whumpee? Whumpee, what do you think of their answer?
C: "Not for as long as he's useful. If he's no longer able to be used for aether... well, we'll see when the time comes."
E: "Death would be the best outcome, I'm sure."
C: "For someone whose soul belongs to a daemon, you don't take death very seriously."
Whumpee, is it really that bad?
E: "No. I mean, it's shit, okay, but it could be worse. I'm grateful for what I have."
Whumper, how do you live with yourself?
C: "Very easily. Am I supposed to feel bad? He's only a warlock; and like he said, it could be worse. Much worse."
Are you happy? If no, do you think you will ever be?
E: "Not really, and probably not. But that's the life I've made."
[Silence.]
E: "Well he's a miserable bastard so I guess the answer to both of those is no for him as well. What? We were supposed to be doing this together, don't leave it all on me."
