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@whumpril | Day #17: (Alt. Prompt) Clammy Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World (2003)

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Whumpril 2025 - Day 17 - Interrogation

Shang Qinghua is missing. Mobei jun behaves frantic.

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Whumpril 2026 Day 17: Sneezing Fit

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This is a loose continuation of my Halloween 2025 Special snippet!

Hero dodged and weaved between the vines lunging at them. They jumped over a flower that tried to swallow them whole, and shot a beam of ice at the little army of ferns attempting to trip them.

They aimed a snowball at Villain when-

“AH-CHOO!”

The snowball fell to the ground as Hero went to cover their nose. Villain whirled around from their spot on a giant beanstalk. So much for the element of surprise.

“Hero!?”

“Villain! Ah-AH-AHHH-”

An entire flurry of snowflakes flew out of Hero’s nose. They sniffled. Their throat felt like sandpaper with the drainage dripping down the back of it. Their nose was somehow stuffed and running at the same time, and sheesh could they not stop-

“Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo!”

…Sneezing.

By the time Hero was done expelling snotty snowflakes from their nose, Villain had summoned more than enough vines to restrain them. They lowered themselves down while bringing Hero closer to them.

“What is wrong with you!?” They demanded, “fighting me in the spring! Your allergies are terrible this time of year!”

“I thought you genetically-engineered your plants to not- not- ahhHHH”

One of the vines covered their nose for them.

“-aggravate my allergies,” Hero finished.

“That was for my greenhouse! Not for committing crimes! Ugh, Hero, you’re going to make yourself sick!”

“Are you gonna pin me under a gecko tree again?” Hero sniffled.

“Ginkgo tree. And we agreed to never speak of the Pumpkin Incident again,” Villain reminded them, “but I’ll tell you what I am going to do.”

Villain stepped down to the ground, flowers coming up to support their feet like a staircase. The vines carried Hero alongside them.

The plants spread across the city, following Villain all the way back to their home. Travis, the mercury man-trap, opened the door for them. The plant tilted its leafy head.

“Yes, I know, Travis, I was supposed to be out longer,” Villain said, “but our friend Hero here decided to fight us in pollen levels higher than a hippie on a mountain.”

Hero tried to greet Travis, but a string of sneezes came out instead. One, two, three. Ah, all done.

“AH-CHOO!”

…Four. Dang allergies!

Villain took Hero through the greenhouse and into their actual house. The vines started slowly releasing them as they approached the couch. Villain had Hero sit down and ushered the vines away.

“I’m going to make you a cup of tea,” Villain said, “do not try to leave. I will have Travis swallow you.”

Hero shuddered. The last time Travis had eaten them, it had taken them days to get the sap out of their hair. Sometimes, their skin still felt sticky, like phantom pains but for plant matter.

A tendril of ivy offered them a tissue. Hero took it, blowing their nose into it. This brought them relief for about two seconds before their nose stuffed itself right back up. They glanced out the window at the greenhouse. The pumpkin from last Halloween was busy tending to some gardenias that were getting fussy. Even though that Halloween adventure was over, Villain’s mothering tendencies had never really gone away. Hero was just happy to be consuming tea instead of sleeping pollen, and sitting on the couch instead of laying imprisoned under a tree.

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@whumpril Day 17: INTERROGATION. The Dark Knight (2008)

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Whumpril Day 17: Sneezing Fit

The moment Leonardo dragged his eyes open—puffy, sticky, a soupy thickness throbbing behind the sockets—he knew today was going to be all sunshine, rainbows, soothing breezes. In other words, one-of-a-kind springtime suffering.

His allergies would attack today, when the team had committed to watching April’s back during her report on a mysterious plant discovered in the Botanical Gardens. Krang would surely want to get his grubby tentacles on it for study but the others seemed more preoccupied guarding Leonardo, hovering like hawks or hens as he slumped against the gate.

“You should’ve taken a sick day, compadre.”

“M’not sick though. S’ just allergies,” he croaked, miserably scrubbing away the snot slugging down his snout.

“And ‘just’ one ragweed can produce up to a billion pollen grains in a season, Leonardo. You shouldn’t be here breathing all that in,” Donatello protested.

“Took th’ whole shebang of antihistamines b’fore we left. It should be kicking in an—any—ah—hh-hhh-tchu!” The explosive sneeze slammed his head against the gate with a resounding clang of insult to injury, pain and pressure radiating in waves with the onrushing fit. “Hhtschu! Ow…Hhgh-chu! H’okay, maybe I’ll just go—hh-tchu!—ugh, wait in th’ van—”

“Whoa! Too late, we got incoming!” Raphael yelped as Rocksteady rammed the gate open, hurling Leonardo and Michelangelo aside with dizzying force into the shrubbery. Michelangelo landed with a grunt, Leonardo with a ragged hiccough.

“Guys!”

“I-I’m okay! Leonardo—?”

Don’t worry about me! Get after Rocksteady, stop him!

He couldn’t choke out a word. The world swam, a burning blur of reflexive tears and pollen particles.

Just need to…catch…my breath…

Donatello loomed, frantically rambling something about “allergy-induced asthma”, but Leonardo couldn’t quite make it out over his body’s rattling in another whiplashing sneeze, then a wheeze.

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Whumpril Day 17 - Alt: Rival/Frenemy Turned Caretaker

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Lysander had always hated Lilas, which was just fine by her, because the feeling was mutual.

He saw her as gratingly stubborn, she saw him as a condescending know it all. The only reason they even pretended to tolerate each other was their relationship with Gaia. Lilas was her girlfriend and Lysander was her childhood friend. When the first seeds of hatred began to bloom, they had made a silent agreement with each other to never drag Gaia into whatever the hell was going on between them. They'd stay neutral in her presence and save the insults and glares for when she left the room.

It was like that way for as long as Lilas had known him. She ended up learning everything about him against her own will, and because of this, she was able to notice the changes in him almost immediately.

He was a lot more tired, a tiredness that wore down the sharpness of his usual quips and insults. He also stopped hanging out with Gaia as much as he usually did. What was the most concerning, however, was the fact that he seemed more... paranoid. He was always looking over his shoulder when he thought she wasn't looking at him, and he was always fidgeting with the new pendant he had gotten - which was a golden eye attached to a fine chain.

He had been asked where he got the pendant, and all his replies were hesitant and uncertain, as if not even he knew where he got it. It was this fact that brought up the first spark of concern curiosity within Lilas. This strange behaviour from Lysander started almost immediately after he started wearing that necklace. He had gotten very protective of it, and he never let anyone touch it or even talk about it for to long.

This had sent Lilas down a rabbit hole of research, leading her to a series of news articles from ten years ago.

The stories told of a boy named Scotty Serrano and his experience with a demonic entity named Cthylla. She played with his mind through a backpack he always wore, giving him a constant stream of nightmares and paranoia. The only reason he ever managed to break out of her control was because he had the help of a powerful witch.

The more she read about this kid, the more uneasy she grew about Lysander's unusual state. He had to have been going through the same thing. The connections were all there. He could be going through a world of terror without anybody knowing a thing.

This rose conflicted feelings within Lilas. Lysander was a jerk, but at the same time, not even the biggest of jerks deserved to go through something like this. She considered just allowing someone else to handle the situation, but the back of her mind told her that she was the only one who could help him. By the time someone else discovered the same thing Lilas did, it would already be too late.

And so, with the biggest groan in the danceverses, she set off to find Lysander.

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Where You'll Never

Warnings: captivity, restraints, physical violence, blood

"I grow tired of your stalling," Whumper said as they circled the chair Whumpee had been restrained to, "just tell me everything."

Whumpee glared up at Whumper. "I won't tell you anything."

"You will. They all do. I'm the best interrogator here."

"Clearly you aren't, or you would have got me talking by now."

Whumper backhanded Whumpee, growling their frustration. "WHERE ARE THEY?"

Whumpee spat a gob of blood at Whumper's feet. They gave a feral smile, their teeth coated with blood. "Where you'll never find them."

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Whumpril2025

Day 17: Interrogation

His head was in a haze. The world around him, spinning. He couldn't tell, what was up and what was down. A slight groan excaped his lips, when his consciousness finally arrieved in the here and now. The presence wouldn't stop spinning, though. He pressed his eyes close, all was blurry anyway. But everything kept moving inside his head.

Another groan let his vocal chords vibrate. Hot stiff fingers slid over a cool metal surface. It was kinda grounding. Or at least it gave his senses something to work with, while his brain was desperately trying to move out of his skull.

His breath was labored and his heart was beating up to his neck.

Coming to and being catapulted into some kind of panic attack wasn't favorable for his spinning head.

He tried to move, get upright. The urge to puke was overwhelming. Despite his weak state, the stiffness and pain, that suddenly seemed to come from every fibre of his body, his hands came to an abrupt stop. Thick restrains kept him where he was. His eyes flew open, as realisation hit him like the stinging slap he just received to his face.

It burned, but much worse was the earpiercing ringing, that came with the explosion of pain in his skull.

He tasted blood. The bitter taste was there all the time, but suddenly he could identify it, for what it was. For a brief second, he was aware of his bettered body being straped to the metal table. He was aware of his pulsing broken leg, his wet clothes and the stream of half dried blood in his face and down his neck.

Another slap and everything exploded in a haze of light and dark, all consuming agony highjacked him. A scream disloged from his throat, when someone dug their fingers in the wound on his abdomen.

"Care to join us again? Have you finally changed your mind or do we have to start over?"