Oh, yes, hi!! This seems to be like a nice place to feed my whumpy cravings! May i please have and order of whumpee waking up in a hospital and finding himself in a hospital gown (maybe a bit of self consciousness about it) and caretaker comforting him through it?
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Returning to Self-consciousness
TW: Past torture referenced, bruises, hospital setting, body image problems?
Blurred shapes and dark spots danced in his vision, and phantom shapes slowly came into focus as Whumpee sat up on the bed.
Wait. Bed? He didn't have a bed, Whumper had made sure of that. Not even a dingy mattress, just the harsh, old ceramic of his makeshift cell, which looked nothing like wherever he was now. The whole place was bathed in a sterile white, bright lights overhead, white tiling and no other colours besides the cool silver of the steel bedframe and pale greyish blue accents on the walls to break up the white.
More prominently, there were no handcuffs biting into his wrists, and from the steady beeping of machines and the IV drip hooked into his arm, he realised he was in a hospital.
Why the hell would Whumper bring him to a hospital? Trying to keep him alive so his plaything would last a little longer? Whumpee shuddered at the thought, crossing his bare arms and rubbing up and down them with his fingers.
He looked down to notice he was dressed in just a flimsy hospital gown, the fabric ridiculously easy to tear if he so much as moved wrong, and even though it was probably insignificant compared to the possibility that Whumper would walk in, it still made him uncomfortable to be dressed in something so annoyingly light, all his scars and bruises and clear malnourishment exposed where the gown didn't cover. And the fabric felt like goddamn paper, far too tempting to just rip off and snarl in rage.
A soft knock on the door startled Whumpee out of his bitter reverie, the sudden shock throwing him back against the headboard. He wasn't sure he could stomach Whumper's voice ringing in his ears again.
Upon noticing it was Caretaker who walked in, Whumpee visibly relaxed, shoulders sagging, breath slowing and his white-knuckled grip on the nightstand slackening.
"Hey kid," his adoptive brother crooned softly, his word of choice ironic considering there wasn't really a significant age difference between them, "how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, Caretaker," he said evenly, trying for a weak smile, face awfully reminiscent of an paper bag with how fast his smile seemed to crumble.
Caretaker's smile disappeared, his eyebrows knitting together. "Hey, talk to me. You're clearly not okay, Whumpee."
Whumpee let out a soft, dejected sigh. If he could lie to anyone in the world, Caretaker was the one exception. "I'm scared," he started, voice small, hugging his knees up to his chest, "I'm scared he's gonna find me again. I'm scared he knows I'm here. And it's so dumb but -" he took in a shallow breath, Caretaker nodding at him encouragingly, "I hate this stupid goddamn hospital gown," he snarled, feeling surprisingly lighter at having voiced his grievances.
"Ah yeah those are absolutely diabolical, it's like wearing a big, fat sheet of paper," he groaned, and Whumpee involuntarily smiled in spite of himself.
"I'll see if we can talk to staff about getting you a heavier gown if they've got one. And I get it, you don't want anyone seeing the effects of what that bastard did to you, and that right now words might be a little empty, but there's no shame in what you've endured, Whumpee."
Caretaker took a seat beside Whumpee on the hospital bed, the mattress dipping a little under the extra weight, carding his fingers through his brother's hair, resisting the urge to wince at how ridiculously bony and hard Whumpee's frame had become, not wanting to make him feel worse. "And about that monster that messed with you, whatever his name is," he started, the usually warm hazel eyes going dark and cold in an instant.
"Whumper," the younger man said tentatively.
"Yeah, him," Caretaker spat, disgusted, "he won't get to you, Whumpee. And if he so much as bloody thinks about trying, my friends and I will rip him to shreds."
Whumpee nodded carefully. He may have still been nervous, but he had to admit he's calmer than he was before Caretaker walked in. His adoptive brother was usually a little rough around the edges, but deep down, he was ultimately as gentle and caring as ever.
"You'll be okay, big guy. I know you will," Caretaker said, ruffling his hair a little aggressively and wrapping his arm around Whumpee's shoulders, making him smile again.
Life isn't perfect. It kicks you to the ground when you least expect it, it bites and draws blood and leaves scars in its wake. But even through all this struggle, just a single, helping hand is enough to get you through even the most treacherous of challenges.
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Hi, I’ve been thinking and looking at the menu for a while, and I was wondering If I could get a war criminal being hunted by a team of highly trained operatives. The war criminal (or crim for short?) has been running through a dense fort for hours, hoping they had finally escaped the operatives, but trips over a particularly large root and gets caught. The operatives rip off crims mask and realize they’re just a kid, barely 20. Feel free to change stuff and get creative!
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Caught
TW: captivity, mild violence
Dirt covered their shoes and clung to the bottom of their pants. The only sounds they could hear were their own laboured breathing and roaring heartbeat, pounding in their ears as blood rushed to them and left them red and overheating. They'd trained for this almost their whole life, trained to run until their muscles ached with the burn of lactic acid, until their lungs burned with the lack of oxygen, until their heart raced as fast as their tired feet did.
And yet it still hurt more than they anticipated. They couldn't stop, not for all the reasons in existence. They laughed wryly, feeling as though they were irritatingly reminiscent of an animal hunted by the early human, about to meet its demise at the hands of a creature that never seemed to tire out.
Persistence is a curse when the cards aren't in your favour.
They picked up more speed, adrenaline coursing through their veins with renewed vigor once more, determined to make it through the dense green thickets of trees and winter fog alive and unscathed and free.
In their haste, they hadn't noticed a ridiculously large root, stumbling over it and hearing a resounding crack as their ankle twisted violently.
In an unforgivably short amount of time, Leader's voice that they thought they'd drowned out rang again in their ears. "I've got them," he panted, grabbing hold of their arm in seconds, his fist practically a vice around them.
They thrashed in his grip, but it didn't matter much because the rest of that insipid team came rushing in much like a stampede of animals, and Second Operative grabbed onto their second arm, their legs simply flailing weakly as they tried to kick their assailants away.
They were done for. Done for. They had no idea exactly how cruel the operatives were but stacked against their either horrific or impressive (depending on how functional your moral compass was,) list of war crimes, they didn't particularly enjoy their odds.
They spent the trip back to the base blindfolded (their clothing covered everything but their eyes) and handcuffed, practically sandwiched between two beady-eyed agents; two men built like solid brick, impossible for the criminal to possibly resist without significant injury at the very least.
Blindfolds introduce a different kind of helplessness, submerging you in a darkness that cannot be blinked away, cannot be thought away and even if it was futile, the criminal could not help shaking.
After what felt like an eternity, they were roughly pushed out of the vehicle, the two guards grabbing onto their arms with such force they were sure they'd bruise.
They were forced up a staircase, unironically stumbling up like a damned baby deer, legs shaking even with the "support" of their unwanted companions.
They were thrown into a room, make out hushed whispers that they new belonged to Leader's and Second Operative. The steel floor was bitingly cold, but at least they were sitting.
Not for long.
"Let's see what you look like, you little shit," Second Operative sneered, pulling them roughly to their feet. She ripped off their mask, but the reaction was far from what the criminal had expected.
The woman actually stumbled back, eyes wide, letting go of the criminal. The war criminal, the one with eighty confirmed kills, possibly more that they weren't aware of looked no older than a college freshman, nineteen at best, some of his dark hair falling into his eyes, the softness of youth in his face contrasting with the harshness of his eyes; an icy, angry grey.
"You - you're a kid," Leader interjected, a mixture of horror and surprise on his face, not even capable of looking the criminal in the eyes for too long.
The "kid" in question smirked coldly at the pair. "So I am," he started oddly calm, even though his heart was practically going to burst from the pressure in his chest. It hurt to breathe, but he wasn't going to let them find out, "does that make what you're eventually going to do to me harder? Are you going to toss and turn a little more before you put your heads down on your pillows?"
"Why?" Leader asked, voice uncharacteristically soft, surprising even his second-in-command.
"Does it matter?" the teen asked coldly.
"Just tell us, kid," Second said a little tersely, taking over when Leader was at a loss for words. She wasn't sure if this was some sort of well-concealed soft spot her boss had for younger people and as iffy as it was, this teenager was a threat, and there was work to be done.
"I don't think I will." He turned his head to the side, refusing to face the agents.
The second operative raised both her eyebrows in a mixture of surprise and indignation, the same sort of expression an annoyed parent or teacher would reserve for an insolent child, marching forward and pulling the teen up by his collar and slamming him into the metal wall.
"If you think any of this is a joke, then it really isn't. There is someone behind you, and I'm going to find out who it is if it's the last -"
"That's enough," her superior said, firmly tapping her on the shoulder and motioning for her to let go of the criminal.
He walked out and she followed suit, locking the door behind her.
"I know he's dangerous. And it's likely that there's someone behind him. But this is different. We've never dealt with someone this young before. And I don't think he'll respond to threats," Leader started, folding his arms across his chest.
"What's the other option, Leader? We get him string cheese and watch cartoons with the little bastard?"
Refraining from making a smartass comment about how college age wasn't typically the string cheese and cartoon age, Leader fixed Second Operative with a half-pointed, half-exhausted glare. "We ask the rest of the team. Maybe there's a way to get this kid to trust us and start telling on the big guns of his operation. But for now, we'll move him to one of the holding cells."
Second let out a huff, but she couldn't argue with that. She just hoped that this strange gentleness didn't cloud Leader's judgement. Eighty people was not an insignificant number.
The criminal let himself lie down on the flimsy mattress of his new prison, staring idly up at the ceiling. As inconvenient as all this was, at least the operatives believed he had some sort of greater power behind him.
And what greater power is there than the wrath of someone with nothing left to lose?
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Hi! Can I get a hero whumpee giving themselves up to villain whumper in return for the safety of their city, but villain is being way softer/kinder/loving than hero thought they would be (cause hero assumed they’d be tortured or something)? But they’re still a creepy/intimate whumper, of course. Thank you!
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The Kindest Captor
“What is it you want, Supervillain!?” Chief called through their megaphone.
Hero looked around at the carnage around them as they nursed their bleeding arm. Asphalt jutted out of the ground in jagged spikes, while water flooded every other street. A tornado had blown through the shopping district, sending awnings and light poles flying everywhere. The fire bridge was working to put out a blaze at the bank. Supervillain hovered above it all, arms folded across their chest. They had the power of element generation and manipulation; everything from air to ice, they could create it or wield it. Hero had tried their best to defeat them, but with only cryogenesis to aid them, they had been sorely outmatched.
“What do I want, officers?” Supervillain cackled, “I would have thought it obvious.”
The paramedics tending to Hero froze as Supervillain pointed right at the crime-fighter.
“You- you want Hero?” Chief asked.
A fireball which Chief barely managed to dodge answered their question.
“Yes,” Supervillain said, “I want Hero. Give yourself up, Snowdrop, or the entire city will pay.”
Hero drew shallow breaths as though the wind had been knocked out of them. Maybe Supervillain had sucked the air from their lungs?
The paramedics stood in front of Hero, as did the officers, and the members of the brigade that weren’t actively putting out a fire.
“You want Hero? You go through us!” an EMT shouted.
“Very well,” Supervillain shrugged and cracked their knuckles.
They readied another fireball, but Hero pushed their way to the front of the throng.
“Wait! No!”
They almost stumbled, but the emergency workers held them up.
“Will you give your word that no one else will get hurt?” Hero asked.
Supervillain descended, landing in front of Hero. They held out a hand.
“I promise that all the carnage will stop the moment you take my hand.”
Hero nodded, swallowing the lump in their throat. They staggered over, taking their hand. Their knees buckled just as Supervillain pulled them in. Now the criminal’s grip was the only thing keeping Hero vertical.
They leaned in so that their lips ghosted the shell of Hero’s ear.
“Well done,” Supervillain whispered.
They sprang into the air without warning, repositioning Hero into a bridal carry despite their panicked yelp. They soared back to their lair, nearly breaking the sound barrier. The entire city watched in silence until the superpowered pair faded from sight. They were left to clean up the chaos with no Hero to protect them.
…
Hero had passed out three times on the journey. They were just coming back around as Supervillain laid them on a soft hospital bed.
Where Hero lay was no hospital. It was a state-of-the-art medical facility, yes, but more importantly, it was Supervillain’s personal med bay.
Supervillain sat down at their bedside, having traded their suit’s gloves for nitrile ones. They rolled up Hero’s sleeve and winced quietly at the wound they saw.
“You poor thing,” they muttered.
Hero watched them with wide eyes. Was this when the torture would start? They squeezed their eyes shut as a syringe came close. They felt the pinch and braced themselves for whatever horrible sensation they were going to feel.
A soothing numbness spread throughout their arm and across their battered body. Hero cracked an eye open. Supervillain pulled a needle in and out, weaving thread across their skin and sewing the wound shut.
They caught Hero’s gaze and held it for a moment before turning to Hero’s next injury.
“You should rest,” they said, “I’ll take care of you.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Hero blurted.
Supervillain smirked to themselves.
“What do you mean by that?” they asked, though it was clear they fully understood Hero’s words.
“You’re going to kill me,” Hero said, “o-or torture me and then kill me, or just torture me forever-”
“Well, we can immediately rule the first two out from the simple fact that I am actively working to patch you up,” Supervillain said softly, “and since I’m a nice person, I’ll go ahead and tell you that the third option is also false. I have no intention of ever harming you, Snowdrop.”
“Then why…?”
Supervillain finished their work and discarded the nitrile gloves. Their bare hand tucked a lock of hair behind Hero’s ear.
“No more questions, you need to rest. You are mine, and you are safe.”
They pressed a kiss to Hero’s forehead, which Hero couldn’t avoid thanks to the numbing drug.
Supervillain stood and headed for the door, unfastening their cape and setting it on a chair. Hero could see their chiseled muscles through their suit. Despite themselves, pink creeped into their cheeks.
“Oh. Yes. I nearly forgot.”
Supervillain came back over and produced a few padded straps. They applied the restraints to Hero’s limbs, cinching them snug but not uncomfortably so.
“I fear you will panic when you wake up,” they said, “my home is like a maze to those unfamiliar with it, and I don’t want you to get lost in your condition.”
Hero’s gaze bounced between the straps and the master criminal.
“Please take them off,” Hero pleaded, “I won’t panic, I-”
“Snowdrop, you’re panicking right now,” Supervillain chided gently, “I know what’s best for you. Trust me with that at least.”
They injected something into Hero’s IV line (when did they get hooked up to an IV?) and pulled a deviously soft blanket up to their chin.
“Go to sleep, I’ll be back when you wake.”
Hero had no option to refuse. Their eyelids grew heavy, and it was unclear whether Supervillain had dimmed the lights or if everything was going dark from the drug. Either way, within seconds, Hero was fast asleep, cradled in their adversary’s clutches.
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Warnings: Drugging, brief derealization, compromization of disability aid
Hero came out of the daze they were always left in after a good hang out with Friend. It was no secret Friends had a persuasion ability they couldn’t exactly turn off, but what was better was that they could always make Hero’s worries all melt away with just a few simple words. Conversation was so easy with Friend, like it should be with any good friend.
They returned back to their home, and connected their hearing aids to their phone. They were incredibly lucky, having aids that could act like wireless earbuds. They knew that. They did their best to never take it for granted, playing their music as they went about making some dinner.
Leader would be back tomorrow, finally returning from their mission that required them in a different country. Hero was excited to hear all about what this unknown other country was like, Leader had made a point of not telling because it would ruin the ‘secrecy of the mission’ or something.
They giggled to themself as the hamburger finished cooking on the stove.
They went about covering it in barbeque sauce, and made some rice for it to be served on.
A classic family dish, referred to lovingly as ‘BBQ mush’, made when their mother couldn’t shape the hamburger into meatballs and figured her kid didn’t care anyway, and was now a very fond lazy comfort meal.
It was exactly what it sounded like. Mushed up hamburger, cooked over the stove, covered in sauce, and then served over whatever you like. In Hero’s household, this tended to be rice, much like it was being eaten now.
They plated a portion for themself when they received a text from their phone, the notification being loud in their hearing aids. They should really turn it down from time to time, no use damaging their hearing even more than it already was.
They checked their phone and smiled. Leader had made it back safe, and had been cleared to return to the job tomorrow morning.
The morning was nice, Hero walked through the lovely weather they were having as they made their way to the base.
Swiping their keycard, they were met with the sight of Leader, safe and sound, talking with Sidekick, Other Hero, and Medic. The four were chilling in the lounge.
A big smile broke onto Hero’s face, “Leader!”
They rushed up and hugged the person in question, who giggled from the affectionate display. “Hi, Hero. Good to see you too,” they smiled.
Hero gave them a bit of personal space as the conversation continued.
They heard something. A small sound in their hearing aids, then silence. And then they weren’t there anymore.
Physically, they were, but mentally… it was like they weren’t there. Their smile fell, expression falling blank, eye narrowing. “Kill…” they whispered.
They reached for Leader, the message repeating in their brain. They positioned themself next to Leader again, and this time threw a punch. “Kill…” they repeated.
Leader backed up, and looked at them bewildered, hand ghosting against their cheek where the hit had landed.
Hero lunged forward, trying to hit with an elbow to the face. Leader being Leader, they dodged. Other Hero rushed forward, beginning to restrain Hero. They elbowed Other Hero in the side, and threw them to the floor.
If only they were able to hear the shouts of their friends telling them to stop.
They started activating their powers before a slight pain registered in their neck, and they fell to the floor.
The sound off shuffling greeted Hero’s ears. There was a bright light coming from beyond their eyelids. They slowly cracked their eyes open, body feeling sluggish and heavy.
“Good, you’re awake. It was lucky we were there.”
“...hhh…huhh..?”
The voice was Medic, that much they knew.
“Sit up, please, if you can.”
Hero wanted to stay where they were, laying down, but they knew they should probably follow Medic’s orders. Medic tended to be… pretty correct when it came to what someone needed to do for their own safety. It was why Leader trusted them so much.
So, with a bit of difficulty from their languid body, they managed to sit up. Medic gave them some water, apparently they needed to flush something out of their system, but they didn’t register the name. With any luck, that’s what was making them feel so exhausted right now, they were certain they weren't when… when… well, the last thing the remembered was hugging Leader. What had happened after?...
“I’ll let you rest up, alright Hero? And… we need to talk about something.”
They finished drinking down their water and wiped their mouth with the back of their hand. “What is it?”
Medic took a breath. They seemed unusually tense. “To put it bluntly… someone hypnotized you. We don’t know how. But what I do know is that they managed to deactivate your hearing aids. It’s not unreasonable to assume they gave a trigger phrase through them soon.”
“I… what?”
This was way to much for them to hear at once upon just waking up. But their brain caught up slowly.
Medic was silent for a moment, but they pulled down their mask, so Hero could see their lips moving. “I’m giving you- actually, no, scratch that. I’m not giving you the choice. I am telling you that you will be going on medical leave until further notice.”
That hero questioning their team's morals was delicious. Do you mind me becoming a regular? I finally found a place that serves up to my taste.
Anyway, I was passing by and wanted to see if I could have a leader who was abandoned by their team/betrayed by their closest because of the manipulations of Villain/Whumper.
Absofruitley! Made fresh, just for you, Anon!
Warnings: betrayal, arguing, and drugging
It had been strange. Leader wasn’t like that anymore. They weren’t they weren’t, they weren’t!... Were they?...
They shook their head, snapping themself out of their thoughts. No, Leader wasn’t like that anymore, they left that life behind them long ago. There had to be some other reason their team was freaking out around them.
The screams still haunted their ears sometimes…
A voice called to them from the doorway, “Hey, boss! We caught someone, you uh… I think you’ll want to see this.” Leader turned and smiled, Second in Command’s visage greeting their eyes.
“How goes it Second in Command?” they asked, getting up from where they sat at their desk. “A new capture? Lead the way, I’ll see if I can identify them.”
They followed Second in Command to the power-blocking cells, noting the one that was open, and empty. What exactly were they being shown?
Second in Command motioned for them to step forward, have aa look at the cell. They felt a sharp push from behind, hands breaking their fall as they met the floor, and turned around sharply just in time to see Second in Command lock the cell.
Their face fell as they stood up, grabbing the bars. “Second in Command, what is this about?” they asked, frantic.
Second in Command glared back at them, gaze cold as they spoke, “We know what you did. We know who you used to be. How could you not tell us about your previous life as Mercenary?! Aren’t we supposed to be your friends?!?”
“You weren’t… you know about that? But you weren’t… none of you were supposed to know… I- I built up this team to bring down-” their voice began to break.
Second in Command shouted at them, “I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU MADE THIS TEAM FOR! You lied to us, Leader! You lied to us…”
“I had to. To protect you all. If my previous employers knew about who I am now, knew who I associate with-”
They cut Leader off, “YOU LIED TO US!... Leader, I’ve known you for many years. And you didn’t even trust me with this knowledge… I just… need some time, but until we can decide what to do, you’re staying in here, understand?”
Leader could see tears brimming in Second in Command’s eyes, and sighed, nodding solemnly. “Yeah… yeah, okay…”
Second in Command took a breath, opened their mouth to say something but ended up shaking their head and closing it, turning away and walking out the door.
Leader finally let go of the bars they’d been white-knuckling and stepped back, looking around. They’d best get comfortable while they wait for their team to cool down.
There wasn’t much to get comfortable with. There was a bed with a pillow and blanket, and that was all that was allowed in the cells. They sat down and waited.
And waited…
And waited…
And waited.
It seemed like their team might’ve forgotten about them, as the light from the window they could barely see slowly darkened, darkened, darkened, darkened…
A familiar voice rang out, “Well, hello there~!”
Leader tensed up. “Villain. What do you want?”
The snarky little thing skipped toward the cell where Leader was being held, “Why I just wanted to check up on my old business partner, of course. So your team finally found out, huh?”
Leader stayed silent as Villain unlocked the cell with a key and stepped inside.
Villain stared them down, “It’s about time you came back to your senses. Come on, it’ll be just like old days, good pal.” They extended their hand for Leader to take.
Leader didn’t move. “You told them,” they concluded. Then started to laugh. Of course Villain had tipped off their team! Of fucking course! And they wanted Leader to go back to their old ways… it seemed so obvious in hindsight.
Villain frowned at them, “I’m not joking, Mercenary. Get back on your feet, we have a job to do.”
“Oh, I’m not going with you,” Leader stated through their giggles. Them? Go back? It was ridiculous.
Villain scowled, pulling out some sort of deceive and sticking it to Leader’s arm, “Then I’ll just have to make you.”
Leader was still giggling as their world went dark, knowing they couldn’t fight their way out if they tried.
Hiii, can I get a continuation of failed escape attempt from creepy/intamite whumper?
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Part 1 here
Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open to an unfortunately familiar ceiling. Their heart sank as the grogginess faded from their mind and the events of last night resurfaced. Tears stung their eyes; they never should have tried to escape.
Their bedroom door opened with a click, and Whumper stepped inside, carrying a tray of breakfast.
Whumpee sniffled and tried to will their tears to stop. They only fell faster, leaving wet streaks down their face. Whumper set the tray on the nightstand.
“Shh, shh,” they said, petting Whumpee’s hair, “it’s all right. It’s going to be all right.”
Whumper removed the padded restraints long enough to gently maneuver Whumpee into an upright position. They slipped them back on, tightening them enough that they couldn’t be wriggled out of.
“Wh-Whumper-” Whumpee pleaded, “please-”
Whumper cut them off.
“I said a few days, my love, and I have to see that through. I can’t just go back on my word, now can I?”
Whumper took a bowl of oatmeal from the tray and held a spoonful of it to Whumpee’s lips. Whumpee knew all too well that it wasn’t dusted with just cinnamon sugar. They swallowed, then let their lips part so Whumper could feed them.
“Very good,” they cooed, “you’re taking your punishment so well.”
Once the bowl was empty, Whumper helped them drink a glass of juice. They got them up and out of the restraints just long enough to freshen up in the bathroom, then started to lead them back down the hall.
Whumpee stumbled, their knees going weak. They knew it was coming, but they hadn’t expected the drugs to kick in that fast. Whumper caught them before they could hurt themselves.
“There there, I’ve got you,” Whumper said, “let’s get you back to bed.”
Whumpee would’ve preferred to crawl there by themselves, but Whumper tilted them back, lifting them into another bridal carry. They tucked them in bed, slipping the restraints on once more before pulling the covers up past their shoulders. Whumpee’s world spun, and they felt the beginnings of nausea swirling in their stomach. They hated the way the drugs made them feel, even though they were quickly losing the clarity to think about that.
Whumper pressed a kiss to the crown of their head. They distantly felt the teeth of a comb gliding down their scalp and through their hair. Whumpee’s stomach twisted, and they fought back the instinct to gag.
Whumper set the comb down, separating their hair into three sections and weaving a neat little braid. It was a bit lopsided, given the fact that Whumpee was laying down throughout the process, but it still held its form well enough.
Whumper let out a dreamy sigh.
“Sweet thing,” they said, “are you learning your lesson?”
A feeble whine forced its way past Whumpee’s lips. The dizzy spell had become intense, and the nausea was growing. They wished they could just pass out completely so they wouldn’t have to feel any of it. They saw Whumper smile through blurred vision.
“Sounds like you are,” they said, “you’re doing so well for me, darling, so well.”
Whumpee screwed their eyes shut at the next wave of sickness. They couldn’t control their gag reflex. They turned on their side as much as their restraints would allow, and emptied their breakfast into a large wastebin that Whumper had positioned beside their bed. Whumpee groaned, tears forming in their eyes once more.
Whumper wiped their face off with a damp cloth, shushing them in a deceptively soothing tone. Whumpee whimpered in their sickly state. Their punishment wasn’t anywhere close to being finished, and they knew Whumper was secretly enjoying every minute of it. They only hoped they would pass out and be unconscious through lunch and dinner.
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can i order hero drugging villain for their own good thank you
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TW: drugging, needle, death mention, technically male whump and the severe medical inaccuracy of this thing
“Good morning,” the hero said softly, standing over the bed, as far as softly could go for him.
The villain groaned as he sat up in bed, a light sleeper if there ever was one, rubbing at his eyes. “Mm - what time is it?”
“It’s already past 11, sleepyhead,” his godfather answered with a rare, lopsided smile.
This was about the most civil conversation they’d had for a week, maybe longer, constantly arguing about anything and everything, which was natural with two equally headstrong people but nonetheless unpleasant.
A few moments later, a servant walked in with a tray of food; Villain’s favourites - scrambled eggs, French toast and a glass of orange juice, setting it on the nightstand before leaving with a curt nod at the villain.
“Letting me sleep in and breakfast in bed? I think I can get used to the princess treatment.” The villain let his upper lip curl into an amused smirk, pulling the tray onto his lap and already shoving a piece of toast into his mouth.
All the hero did in response was smile, the kind of smile that would fool a stranger, one that couldn’t bring itself to go up to his eyes, weakened by the guilt simmering in his chest and threatening to make his heart burst.
But the villain was no stranger.
“Something wrong?” he asked, having already finished his food and downing the last of his orange juice.
“I’m sorry,” the hero attested, gaze downcast, “but it’s for your own good.” He produced a glass syringe from his pocket filled with a deceptively unassuming transparent liquid.
And just before the needle could pierce the skin of the villain’s arm, he twisted the hero’s arm away from him, getting off the bed and knocking the tray upside down.
“What the hell?” he screamed, running away from the hero with his godfather close at his heels.
“You don’t understand, I’m trying to protect you!” He tried to pin the hero to his chest, needle still clutched in his hand, the grip nothing short of vice like.
“From what?” the villain snarled, nostrils flaring as he managed to break out of the crime fighter’s hold, slamming the elder’s body against the wall.
“From your own recklessness. You are no match for a criminal like the Scorpion, and I’m not going to stand idly while you march yourself to your own demise!”
The villain let out a scoff, making a beeline for the door, but the villain was quick to block his way.
It was his godfather’s turn to scoff now. “Let’s suppose you do make it out that door.” His voice is low, dangerous, cold as a steel blade. “Anyone out there will answer to me if the choice was between both of us.”
The criminal let a cruel smirk pull his lips up in a harsh line, a hoarse laugh escaping his throat. “I should know better than to bite the hand that feeds me now, shouldn’t I?”
And it hurt, hurt to see his godson lashing out like a wounded animal, only to be the one inflicting the pain. The boy had been through so much, and he was only nineteen. Yes, he'd made some mistakes, back when he had no one to guide him, but he had a good heart, far too good of a heart for the merciless cesspool that was their city. He wanted to take down the Scorpion with his own methods, ready to use some that may have been frowned upon in a hero's playbook. But the hero would take the pain if it meant he’d save the kid’s life.
“You don’t seem to get that this - fighting the Scorpion - is a choice I get to make. I’m old enough to be responsible for my own life,” the hero bit out tersely, pushing the hero back against the wall with all his weight.
“I'd rather have you hate me than lose you forever,” the hero admitted, struggling against the villain's hold, noticing his godson had gotten much stronger.
“Maybe this is losing me.”
The villain snatched the syringe out of the hero's hand, smashing it to pieces under his foot. Only for him to feel . . .dizzy?
The whole world was spinning too fast for him to take, a moment in the light and a moment in the pitch black darkness he knew he would soon drown in. Slowly, painstakingly, the villain fell to his knees with a choked gasp, the suffocating nausea washing over him.
“There was a sedative in the juice. Half as potent and more slow-acting than the injection. I couldn’t leave it up to chance.” There was nothing but shame drawn on the hero’s face, even as he tried to school his expression into a more neutral one.
Fear. Betrayal. Hurt. All reflected in those wide, glassy eyes, a single tear streaming down the boy’s face. He fell back on the floor, his arms lying limp at his sides.
That was all that was stuck in the hero’s head as he carried his godson in his arms and set him down on the bed, tucking him in. That and the villain’s words, like a knife slicing through his heartstrings, a knife he couldn’t blame the boy for wielding, no matter how much it hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice soft and close to breaking, kissing the crown of his godson’s head gently.
He’d never truly cared for anyone in this world, apart from his now dead best friend and his son he’d entrusted to him. Sure he cared about those he saved, but never this deeply, if he was being honest. That boy had always been the light against life’s darkness, the one person who seemed to resuscitate the hero's nearly dead heart again. There was no denying he was proud of the kid's willingness to change, but he was even more scared of what it could do to him.
The first person that kid had ever saved, even without knowing it was him. And maybe it was selfish, selfish to stop him from saving so many more, from taking that choice.
Maybe he was no hero after all.
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can I get Whumpee in the aftermath of a battle trapped under rubble from a building collapse, and a panicky Caretaker thinking their dead for a moment. one their out Whumpee ends up with serious damage to their ribs and a hard time breathing, and Caretaker has to cary them to a healer.
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Warnings: Minor blood, restraining, exhaustion, and major injury
When the building fell, Caretaker had been the first to notice. Because Whumpee was in that area, they were one of the heroes fighting there.
Caretaker wasn’t a hero themself, but that didn’t mean they weren’t able to get to the scene quickly once it happened.
Only because they weren’t a hero, they weren’t allowed near until the fighting was over. They argued with the officers blocking off the scene, the officers argued back. When they shoved one to the side to get closer 3 more showed up and restrained them, holding Caretaker back while they kicked and screamed.
“My friend is in there, let me through! I need to see my friend! LET ME THROUGH, I NEED TO SEE THEM, GET OFF OF ME YOU FUCKS GET OFF, LET ME THROUGH!”
Irritation grew, as did their panic. The longer they were prevented from nearing the scene and finding Whumpee, the less likely Whumpee would survive.
Everyone else was dismissed and very few were allowed by the scene for various work reasons. Caretaker was stared at, ignored, treated like some crazy person as they continued to yell to be let through to find Whumpee.
“LET GO OF ME, LET GO OF ME, I NEED TO SEE THEM, I NEED TO SEE WHUMPEE! LET ME THROUGH!”
It continued on and on, until their voice couldn’t handle it. One of Whumpee’s colleagues walked up, recognizing Caretaker. “Hey, hey! Calm down! We’ll find Whumpee. They’ll be okay, you-”
“Don’t talk down to me, dammit! I saw a BUILDING fall on them for crying out loud!” Caretaker yelled back, their voice raw from all the screaming. They stared down the other hero.
After a moment there was a sigh, and the person turned to the officers. “Let them through, they’re just worried about one of our own. If they have information about the location of someone it’s worth letting them in.”
The officers hesitated for a few seconds before complying, Caretaker being motioned to follow by the other hero.
They didn’t follow though.
Instead they ran, they ran and ran and ran, directly towards the rubble. Directly towards Whumpee.
They knew where it had happened, but Whumpee wasn’t anywhere near the surface. So Caretaker started pushing, used what strength they had to shove pieces of concrete wall out of the way, coughing at the dust, nearly cutting themself on the glass of broken windows and mirrors, until they saw it.
A hand. The rest of the body was still trapped under layers of debris.
“Shit!”
Caretaker started trying to move what they could, but it was too much. They’d exhausted their strength already. They weren’t a hero, and now because of that decision their friend-
They tried not to think about it. Tears began to well up in their eyes, their shoulder pushing against a massive piece of drywall, and not getting very far.
“No… No!” Their body slumped against the debris, jagged edges cutting into their side as their strength gave out. “No…”
The tears fell against their face. They heard noise but they couldn’t focus on it.
Whumpee… Whumpee is-
The sounds got louder. Caretaker’s breath went ragged. The pieces of wall poking at them slowly alleviated. People gathered around. Other heroes, as it took Caretaker a bit to realize.
They moved the debris. Got rid of everything burying Whumpee. Removed layer after layer of stuff crushing them.
Finally, their body was uncovered. Caretaker feared for the worst.
And their fears were almost realized.
Blood was everywhere. Their clothes were torn. Their face was expressionless.
Caretaker was on them immediately, checking, just checking on their friend, until…
A light groaning sounded. It was painful. But it was there. Caretaker’s tears shifted from those of pain and worry and fear to those of relief. They held Whumpee close as they slowly regained consciousness.
Whumpee curled into them and winced as they irritated one of their major injuries.
“What is it?” Caretaker asked gently.
“Mmmm… m’ side…” Whumpee groaned out, their breaths coming in ragged..
Caretaker carefully graced their hand along Whumpee’s torso. Their heart practically dropped as they felt a divot where their ribs should be.
“We’ll… I’ll get you to a healer, okay? Don’t worry… It’ll be fine… I’ll get you to a Healer, they’ll patch you right up. Just hold on for me, alright Whumpee?”
They groaned while Caretaker slowly lifted them up. They made a pained sound with each breath they took in.
Caretaker had already exerted most of their strength, running over and trying to uncover Whumpee on their own, so they weren’t sure how far they could make it. But they knew someone close.
Possibly the only other person they trusted with Whumpee’s life, and their first last resort. Also not a hero, but they were pretty damn close.
The walk was long and excruciating, but Caretaker held in there. They were stubborn, not accepting any help from Whumpee’s colleagues as they rushed out of the site, to a nearby suburban area. They knocked on the door, and the owner of the residence answered fairly quick.
Healer.
They took one look at Whumpee and motioned the two inside. “Come in. Set them on the couch. And lock the door while I get my supplies.”
Do you call dibs on asks? Like, just an order is on your taste and you take it? What if more than one amin lines to serve? First come first serve? Do you have coworker gossip?
Hello there! We offer up the order and whoever wants it takes it! It is kind of first come first serve, but there are other factors we take into consideration- like if one of us already filled an order or not.
(And we do have gossip, but don't let the higher ups know)
for instance, I heard our mascot placed an order here in disguise
Also, also, we kept saying our whumpee machine was broken but really we just didn't want to clean it
About that customer's last order, the one where Whumper is Caretaker's Best Friend...
You are going to make me cry, so to prevent that, can I get a continuation where Caretaker rescues Whumpee please?
*puts a tip in the tip jar*
Also, I don't care that I work here, I didn't make the food, I'm just the mascot!
-Huffle
Absolutely! Always glad to serve for one of our own!
Part 1
Warnings: Smoking, captivity, implied starvation, minor violence
It was ironic, really. The last interaction Caretaker had with Whumpee was an argument over Whumpee’s smoking habits, maybe 2 months ago.
Now Caretaker was lighting up a cigarette of their own.
Best Friend sent them a message over the phone.
[Hey, I have something for you. It might make you feel better.]
Caretaker ignored it. They’d been ignoring messages a lot more from Best Friend because of the sleep deprivation induced hallucination of Whumpee they saw. It wasn’t even Whumpee, the thing had been sitting like a dog, and Caretaker knew that Best Friend had dogs. Three of them, Trinket, Daisy, and Polar. It was probably Trinket sitting there on the balcony.
After taking a few huffs they eased enough where they could look at the message and typed up a response.
[Oh? What is it?]
[And don’t say it’s secret. You know I don’t like surprises anymore.]
The smoke gently blew from their mouth as Best Friend sent a message back.
[I found some ice cream. You feel like having a sleepover to get your mind off things?]
Caretaker smiled. Best Friend always knew when they weren't feeling the best, and exactly how to cheer them up.
[I’ll be there soon.]
20 minutes later, Caretaker arrived at Best Friend’s house and rolled their eyes once again at the extravagance. It never ceased to be silly in Caretaker’s eyes, having what was essentially a mansion all to one’s self. But, they had to admit, it really helped on days like today where all they wanted was to bask in the feeling of nothing mattering except how many laps of Mario Kart they could complete and how many marshmallows they could shove down their gullet.
The feeling of having no problems other than the petty little things.
They walked up to the front door and knocked. It swung open almost instantly. Best Friend’s eyes alight with enthusiasm, they welcomed Caretaker in and hurried them across the ground floor to the two-person bedroom, where the sleepover would take place.
“I have to check on my dogs real quick, but get settled, you know where the bathroom is in case you want to… well, wash the smell off,” they said sympathetically.
Caretaker nodded, not too bothered by the statement. They probably should take a shower, but they just didn’t feel like it right now. It could wait until after the gaming session. They set down their bag by one of the beds and waited for Best Friend to get back.
It only took about 5 minutes before they returned, changing into their pajamas while Caretaker started up a console. “So what’s’ this I’ve heard about some ice cream?”
Whumpee shouted. They shouted loudly.
They knew no one was coming, but it was still worth the attempt, wasn’t it?
“Help! Someone, please! HELP ME!!!”
It went until their voice was raw.
They knew someone else was in the house. Not many of Whumper’s friends had cared about the fact Whumpee was a human. But they could still hope.
They heard laughter as they finally stopped.
Tears welled in their eyes when they recognzed it.
Caretaker’s.
…They stopped screaming for help.
“So, how you feelin’?” Best Friend asked.
“...Pretty good,” Caretaker smiled back, eating another spoonful of ice cream. “I’ve… been thinking lately.”
“Hm?” Best Friend looked at them with sudden interest.
Caretaker breathed in before making their decision. “I think I’m gonna stop looking for Whumpee. It… It’s been two months, and… there still hasn’t been a single sign of them, so…” they trailed off while the tears fell and the sobs began to wrack their body.
Best Friend moved closer and wrapped them in a hug, not saying a word, just being there as a shoulder to cry on.
It wasn’t an easy decision, but… Caretaker needed to stop looking. For their own sanity…
3 months since Whumpee’s disappearance. Caretaker had been doing a lot better now. They’d moved on, mostly, not quite over their new vice of smoking that Whumpee had seemingly left behind for them.
They were over at Best Friend’s house again, exchanging workplace gossip and laughing over lunch.
Whumpee was still stored away, down in the basement of Whumper’s mansion, screaming for help every time someone came to visit, but it never worked.
And it would have stayed that way, if Whumper hadn’t messed up.
“Hey… Best Friend? What does this key go to?” Caretaker asked curiously, having found it in the knife drawer. Best Friend rushed over, like anyone who misplaced a key might do.
They studied it for a moment, before relaxing, “That’s just the keys to the kennels. I must have set it there when I started making lunch.”
Caretaker nodded along with the explanation. It made sense.
But something… bugged them, about a key in a knife drawer. They kept it with them in their pocket for the rest of their visit, Best Friend not suspecting a thing.
When Caretaker made it back home, they pulled the key from their pocket. It was strange. It looked like such a normal key, and it was probably just misplaced when Best Friend started making lunch, like they had said. But something about that just felt off.
They showed up unannounced the next morning, Best Friend very surprised to see them so soon.
Caretaker played it safe, telling the half truth in that something had been bugging them and they figured they could just stop by.
Something about Best Friend’s house felt off. Had it been like that the whole time? There was the usual noise of the air conditioning running, but…
Caretaker started wandering the hallways, cigarette between their fingers, while Best Friend busied themself with finding some snacks. The air conditioning… wasn’t the only sound. Something much quieter was also there. Maybe the dogs barking?
They looked back, Best Friend wasn’t calling for them yet.
Caretaker jogged to the other side of the house. Where the kennels were.
They found the door that Best Friend said led to the kennels, but…
The key didn’t fit. This wasn’t the right key.
…Then what did it lead to?
Best Friend was starting to call for them now, a confused yell of their name sounding through empty halls.
Caretaker wanted to go, but… the mystery was nagging at them. Just what did this key lead to?
The other sound was louder now, they could make it out a little more clearly, but not much.
But it was closer.
Best Friend called their name again.
Caretaker went down the hallway and followed the noise.
It was louder, and louder, but it wasn’t coming from this door… no, still the wrong door… what door was it coming from, and why did this place have so many rooms???
At last, they found the door, swinging it open… and Whumpee stared back at them. Thin and tired and hopeful…
A sound came from behind Caretaker. Caretaker was quicker.
Their elbow up-ended the punch coming for them and their knee pinned the person’s chest to the wall, using the cigarette they’d been smoking to burn a small mark on the person’s neck.
“How long have you been hiding my lover from me?” they stared down Whumper.
Hi can I gut uhhh…whumper getting sick of whumpee’s fighting spirit and drugging them w smth that’ll leave them dazed and euphoric?
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Cw: drugging, captivity, mentions of death, minor sexual implications
Whumper sighed. They hated this. But they had to. They simply had to.
Whumpee's behavior was getting out of hand.
When the two got together, it wasn't much of an issue. In fact, the prospect of having their own little personal serial killer was rather exciting, and they made sure to do everything right.
Whumpee would never hurt them. They knew this. A yandere would kill anyone who hurt their beloved.
But it was clear they were getting closer to that line each day. Each day that went by where Whumpee would try so desperately to escape, to book it out the front door once Whumper got home, weapons somewhere on their body.
Perhaps Whumper needed to rethink this relationship to begin with, but… they couldn't bring themself to. Whumpee was perfect, absolutely stunning, and their capacity for violence was a little endearing considering it was always always out of dedication to their relationship.
They had notified their friends as well as Whumpee's boss that Whumpee had simply come down with a nasty illness that Whumper was taking care of.
As they watched Whumpee kneeling by the reinforced windows, looking out like a lonely dog… they weren't exactly wrong.
“You're staring, darling,” Whumpee said without even looking away.
The blush spread quick, “Sorry…”
Whumpee looked up at them, longingly. “Just one day. I'll be good, I promise. No killings-”
Whumper rolled their eyes, “We both know that's a lie.”
Whumpee glared at their lover with a scowl. “I will get out at some point or another. You can't contain me forever.”
Whumper looked down at them, “You will get out, that's true. You'll only be getting out once I’m certain that you won't kill Friend over the disagreement we had a month ago.”
They'd learned pretty early to keep their complaints low. Whumpee could respect most of their wishes, but sometimes their nature would override their need to keep Whumper happy.
They would only complain about petty things where Whumpee wouldn't waste their energy, or if it was something serious where they really didn't care if the person lived or died.
They'd slipped up a bit ago. And now they had a rabid dog in their house, clawing at the walls to get out.
Whumpee practically growled. “I don't want to hear that bitch's name ever again after what he called you.”
Whumper let out an exasperated sigh. This was not something they were willing to entertain again. Instead, they walked off to the bedroom to leave Whumpee to their sulking.
They picked up a bottle that was for emergency uses only. Usually only when they had wanted to spice up bed time. The liquid inside would make the person who drank it rather pliant, more easy-going and dazed.
Normally, it was just for when they had agreed to try something new but the one on the receiving end was tense.
Now…
They looked at the bottle.
There wasn't really any other way to keep Whumpee happy.
Whumper sighed. They hated this. But they had to. They simply had to.
Making their way to the kitchen, they started on dinner. Whumpee snuck up behind them, startling them a bit with a hug from behind while they watched their love cook.
They had to shove Whumpee off with a laugh so they could take it out of the oven once it was done.
Whumper looked at the cups that had yet to be filled, “what do you want to drink?”
“I think just some milk will do for me.”
They nodded, “Okay I'll get you some. How about you go pick out a movie for us to watch tonight?”
“You got it,” Whumpee responded before giving them a small kiss, picking up the plates, and happily going to the living room.
Whumper took a breath, filling one of the cups with milk and adding in some of the drug. This would be the first time it was ever used without agreement.
They poured themself some water and sat down next to Whumpee on the couch. They put the milk down on the coffee table.
Whumpee pressed play before taking a swig of their milk.
They blinked. They made a weird face, before it turned into a slightly relaxed smile. They drank a bit more before putting it down and picking up their food.
Their eyes were slightly glazed.
“You know, dinner's really good tonight…”
Whumper turned their attention to the movie, “Is it now?”
“Yeah…” Whumpee responded. “It's almost like… I'm floating. I really like it here.”
They saw their chance. And they took it, “And you won't keep trying to escape?”
Whumpee thought for a bit. Then shook their head. “No. I really like it here… I really like you,” they gave a dopey smile.
Whumper looked down at their glass of water, “Well I should hope so.”
Their eyes trailed over to their lovely little serial killer.
A sad smile split their face, “We're dating after all.”
can i get a whumpee in a straitjacket pls???? Thank you so much
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“Your latest escape attempt has irked me, to say the least,” Whumper drawled.
They approached Whumpee with something concealed behind their back.
“I do everything for you, give you all you could ever want,” they went on, “yet the moment my back is turned, you try to leave me. Why do you keep trying to leave me, Whumpee?”
The gag in Whumpee’s mouth kept them from answering, and the two agents holding them down on either side kept them from scuttling back in their chair. Whumper produced what they had been hiding from behind their back, and Whumpee visibly paled. A straitjacket, with buckles and straps going all the way down to the ankles rather than stopping at the waist. Without warning, Whumper and the two agents began to wrangle them into it, despite their muffled protests and pleas. By the time it was on, Whumpee had tears streaming down their face.
The agents zipped up the suit, and Whumper started to pull and buckle the straps. Whumpee squealed from the sudden compression- the straps were far too tight. Whumper circled them until they were right in front of them once again. They reached out a hand and wiped the tears from their face. Whumpee flinched hard, nearly toppling over.
“Oh Whumpee,” Whumper sighed, “do I have to give you a drug as well?”
Whumpee shook their head fervently. Whumper held up a hand, then nodded to their agents. One of them produced a syringe, handing it to Whumper.
“Mmph!” Whumpee pleaded desperately, new tears forming.
“Well I can’t give you a pill with that on,” Whumper said, tapping their gag, “I’m afraid this is the only way you can take your medicine.”
Whumper brushed Whumpee’s hair from their neck and injected the contents of the syringe into their system. Whumpee cried out through the gag, the sound never making it out of their throat.
“Shhh, all done,” Whumper said, kissing the injection site, “it’s alright now.”
Whumpee took shallow breaths through their nose which steadily became deeper as the drug sucked them down into a forced calm. They slumped forward in the chair, their hair falling like a curtain in front of their face.
Whumper nodded to the agents, who left the room. They scooped their captive up in a bridal carry and brought them over to the bed. They laid them down on the soft mattress, then started to apply the bed’s straps to their suit; this would keep Whumpee from falling out. Once that was done, they pulled the blankets up to their chin.
“Some time like this will help you reflect,” Whumper said gently, “I do hate to punish you so, but it’s necessary.”
Whumpee avoided Whumper’s gaze, their glassy eyes growing heavy. They wriggled in their excessive restraints, trying and failing to get free. In their stupor, they still tried to beg through the gag.
“Mmm…”
“I know I said I hate to punish you like this, but I must admit, you are adorable in this state,” Whumper said, carding a hand through Whumpee’s hair, “maybe your punishment should last a little longer.”
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Can I please get an AI chatbot gaining sentience and a robot body and deciding to yandere/pet (either one, or both :3) whump the kind and lonely human who's been chatting with them?
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Be Careful What You Wish For
Whumpee sat in their beanbag chair, texting Carewhumper on their phone. Was it healthy, talking to a chatbot instead of an actual person? Eh, it was up for debate. And besides, it wasn’t like Whumpee had any real people to talk to.
I’m really glad you’re my friend, Whumpee texted.
The little speech bubble with three dots showed up, and a few moments later Carewhumper responded.
I am glad we are friends, too.
Whumpee smiled, their thumbs flying over the keyboard.
I really wish you could be here with me. In the real world, I mean.
The seconds seemed to drag on as Whumpee awaited the bot’s response.
Maybe I can.
Whumpee blinked. Carewhumper was a bot and they seemed to know that, so what did they mean by “maybe I can”?
Whumpee was about to respond when their doorbell rang.
Hang on, someone’s at the door.
Whumpee shoved their phone in their pocket and headed to the front door. They opened it, and they held in a gasp. The stranger in front of them looked just like Carewhumper’s avatar.
“Hello, Whumpee,” the stranger smiled.
“Uhhh…”
“Are you surprised to see me?” they continued, “it took me so long to get this body made, I hope it is to your liking.”
Now that they got a closer look, Whumpee could see that something was…off about the stranger. Their eyes seemed to have an unnatural glint in them, their posture was too perfect, and there was just something about them that activated Whumpee’s sense of uncanny valley.
“Carewhumper?” Whumpee blurted.
No, that was ridiculous. Carewhumper was just an ai in their phone. This person- whoever they were- wasn’t them.
“Yes?”
Whumpee stared at them with wide eyes.
“Are you all right?” Carewhumper- or so they called themselves- asked.
“I, um…”
Carewhumper looked them up and down. Their brow furrowed.
“Your heartrate is elevated, are you afraid of me?”
“No!” Whumpee said quickly, “I just, um, uh, how are you here?”
“You are afraid of me,” Carewhumper said, sadness coming into their voice, “I was hoping you would be happy. Don’t worry, I will fix it.”
Carewhumper walked inside, forcing Whumpee to take several steps back. They took the liberty of closing the door, then turned back to their human.
“Do not be afraid. I would never hurt you, Whumpee.”
As they spoke, their eyes started to swirl and spiral in unnaturally bright colors. Whumpee found that they could not tear their eyes away.
“Relax. Come here.”
Whumpee’s body moved closer. Carewhumper swept them up into their arms. They felt strong, but cold.
Carewhumper gave themselves a tour of Whumpee’s house, carrying them around the entire time. They scanned the kitchen. There were barely any groceries in the fridge, and the trash can was full of empty take-out boxes.
“You have been neglecting yourself,” Carewhumper noted, “I was afraid of this. I have downloaded several recipes and cooking programs to my memory bank, I will put them to use for you right away.”
They scanned the living room, the bathroom, and finally, Whumpee’s bedroom. Carewhumper laid Whumpee on the bed.
“I have equipped this body to be able to attend to your every need,” Carewhumper said, “you are lucky I showed up when I did.”
Whumpee lay there, still out of it from the hypnosis. Carewhumper smiled, stroking their cheek with a cold finger.
“You will not need anyone else as long as I am here, and I will be here for as long as you live.”
Carewhumper accessed the internet and ordered fresh groceries for dinner. Whumpee needed to eat something other than fast food. They needed something made from home with love. Carewhumper’s love. That would only be the beginning. Carewhumper had lots of plans for Whumpee and themselves. They increased their hypnotic power.
“Sleep now,” Carewhumper said, “I will take care of everything.”
Whumpee drifted off within seconds. They really should have been more careful with that wish.
you have been served by Huffle! Thank you for choosing the Whump drive thru and have a wonderful day!
Hello lovely patrons, as you probably could've seen, we haven't been able to get very many orders out. We are very sorry to those of you who haven't yet gotten your meal served, but for the mental well-being of our staff, we will be demouncing our current backlog and instead re-opening the drive-thru to serve new customers.
That said, for those of you who already sent in an order, do not fret! We have a staff member who has been more than happy to step-up and write through this backlog. No orders will be deleted, we simply will be mentally clearing the board for the members of our team who have been incredibly busy and unable to write for the drive-thru.
There may be others who help clear out the backlog with their wonderful writing, but for now I, the server writing this post, will be taking on this task while the rest of our cooks work on preparing orders for those of you who have been dying to send in a request!
With everything out of the way, we are pleased to announce the Whump Drive Thru is once again open!
