Demon whumper (or any type of whumper able to do this) imitating whumpee’s voice screaming for help and Caretaker/team thinks whumpee is in danger of whumper having them which causes them to run into a building where the noise is coming from. Once in there, they hear whumpee screaming help as if there in the same room, they turn around and whumper standing there taunting them before caretaker/team are ambushed/captured by whumper + their henchmen.
Kinda used as bait (but not really since whumpee wasn’t actually captured and it’s only their voice being used to lure the person/people into the trap but yeah).
Oh I LOVE this trope too!!! Using a distressed Whumpee's voice to lure in the rescuers... hell yeah, that's awesome!!!
Best place for a whumpee to be: jail cell separate from but visible to a friend.
Medic and whumpee captured together, medic desperately trying to walk Whumpee through first aid before they pass out from blood loss, unable to get to them.
Leader whumpee getting beat to shit in clear view of their team and none of them can help.
Rivals/enemies captured together, watching the other get hurt and realizing in the worst way possible that some part of them cares for the other.
Whumper captures a whole team, looking for information on the larger organization they're a part of. After a few sessions of questioning and torturing the whole team, Whumper makes a deal with the team's defiant loudmouth. Whumper won't hurt the rest of the team, as long as Loudmouth can stay awake.
Just the idea of someone essentially torturing themself with sleep deprivation to protect their team is delicious to me. Especially if they're kind of an asshole to everyone, including their teammates. How long until the rest of the team is begging them to just sleep, no matter what the consequences are?
And of course, no one can stay awake forever. Imagine the guilt when they finally drift off, and wake up to Whumper gloating, and taking one of their teammates away for interrogation. Bonus points if it's that one person that Loudmouth has always respected and been slightly less assholeish towards.
Whumper looks at the body tied upright against the wall and smiles, grabbing Whumpee’s chin and lifting their head. They’re exhausted and hungry and they haven’t slept in days, hooked up to some sort of fluid that chases the sleep away. And the light never goes out. White, white, bright white everywhere—
“Have we had a change of heart?” Whumper asks lightly. Whumpee mutters something unintelligible, wincing when Whumper’s grip tightens. “Speak up, will you? This is pathetic.”
Whumpee can hardly keep their eyes open—much less string together a sentence—but they repeat their answer anyway, each word sharp with hatred.
Whumper practically cackled when they kicked the chair aside, revealing a trembling Whumpee. Of course they would choose such a pathetic hiding spot, Whumper thought as they reached out towards them.
The sound of a gun clicking behind their head made them pause.
“You touch one hair on their head, and you’re done for,” Caretaker whispered.
Caretaker laid in the center of her bed, legs crossed and arms at her sides. Her eyes were closed and if not for the rapid rise and fall of her chest, it would look like she was sleeping. Her heart pounded in her chest, hard enough that she could feel it in her fingers.
Whumper had left her alone for days now. If not for the random footsteps upstairs, she’d think that he’d left her for the last time.
Someone knocked on the door. Caretaker shot up, pulled a sweatshirt over her bra and used the blanket to cover her legs as much as she could. After a second, the door cracked open and a head of golden curls poked past the door frame.
“Whumpee?” Caretaker choked, barely above a whisper. “What are you doing here?”
He fully entered the room and smiled, “I’m getting you out of here.”
“No,” Caretaker shook her head, “No, you-you have to go. He’s coming back. I can’t let him get you.”
Whumpee took a step forward and shushed her, “It’s alright. I’ve been watching the house and he’s not anywhere near here. It’ll be alright, I promise.”
She shook her head again and stood up from the bed. She let the blanket drop to the floor and grabbed Whumpee by his shoulders. “You have to go.”
Whumpee pulled away and stared at her legs, covered in scars. “What did he do to you?”
She cleared her throat and tried to hide the marks from him, “It’s nothing.”
Whumpee grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him, “We’re getting out of here.” he paused to look back at her, “Both of us.”
She inhaled deeply and nodded, knowing he wasn’t going to leave her behind again. She let him lead her out of the basement and through the hallway, toward the back door.
Whumpee took one step over the threshold and Caretaker froze. Whumper’s face reflected in the window pane, his teeth bared in a smile. “Where are you going, dear?”
Whumpee looked over his shoulder and pulled Caretaker toward himself. “Let her go.”
Whumper chuckled, “I never wanted her.” Caretaker stared at Whumpee, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes locked with Whumpers. He pulled Caretaker another step closer to him, she was fully over the threshold now. Whumper laughed and took a step forward. “How about a trade?”
“No.” Caretaker snapped. “No way.”
“Shut,” Whumper shouted, “the fuck up. Whumpee and I are talking.”
“So what?” Whumpee said, “Me for her?”
Whumper hummed, “She walks free and never has to see me again.”
Whumpee stared at Caretaker, tears welling in his eyes, “You already saved me once. It’s my turn.”
He yanked her back, throwing her off balance and into the yard. Then, with one last look back, Whumpee stepped into Whumper’s house, shuddering under his hand.
If you DON'T have two characters who will die for each other and one of them is kidnapped to be used as bait for the other and the other character will fall for the trap to save them while the captured character hopes that the other character doesn't rescue them and would rather die to keep the other safe then what's even the point man (GN).
Prompts for a living weapon who is part of the team and is captured by whumper?
Good idea, ty for the ask! I get to them VERY slowly but I get to them eventually...
living weapon team whump
Content: team whump, beating, interrogation, intimidation, broken bone
Team watching their weapon dragged out to battle with a pronged collar, shoved along by the butts of enemy spears. They would never have treated the Weapon like that.
Weapon being beaten on the ground under multiple whumpers' feet as they demand to know where the rest of the team at
Or, the whole team captured, and main captor draws a sword, pointing it at each neck down the line. "Which one of you is the Weapon? Or do I have to start slicing?"
Whole team chained up on their knees, weapon wrangled in last and thrown to the floor, bowing over a broken arm with a silent, body-wracking scream
"you didn't have to hurt her like this." --team. "She deserved it." Captor.
Or, with evil team and captor, actually the good guy: "they forced you? What do you mean, they forced you?"
Best place for a whumpee to be: jail cell separate from but visible to a friend.
Medic and whumpee captured together, medic desperately trying to walk Whumpee through first aid before they pass out from blood loss, unable to get to them.
Leader whumpee getting beat to shit in clear view of their team and none of them can help.
Rivals/enemies captured together, watching the other get hurt and realizing in the worst way possible that some part of them cares for the other.
Fictional content: punch, immobilized, happy whumper, team whump
Captive is bound to a chair.
"Here," their captor says, and they remove the captive's glasses, carefully setting them aside.
Why did they... the captive starts to wonder, before captor punches them in the mouth.
Their head knocks backward and they taste blood on their bruised lips, teeth aching.
"Wouldn't want to break your glasses," captor says as they pull on a set of leather gloves. "Or my knuckles!" They chuckle. "Well, let's get to it. Can't have your team finding you in one piece."
“Help! Please, someone, help me!” Whumpee thrashed violently.
Whumper laughed, tightening their grip around Whumpee’s throat. “No one is coming to save you.”
They leaned in, lips against Whumpee’s ear. “But do keep screaming. It’s my favorite sound.”
Whumpee agonizing in the darkness over what they could've said differently to convince whumper not to leave them here
Starting to hear voices and whumpee's personal superstitions taking over, convinced that they're surrounded by demons, covering their ears and shaking their head as hard as they can every five seconds.
Whumpee self-hugging so hard they're digging bruises into their arms, too afraid to even look into the dark corners, too afraid to move
hitting their head against the closed door, eyes squeezed shut, tears squeezing out and rolling down their cheeks as their heart slowly closes inside
Slowly starting to hate everyone and everything outside those walls for leaving them alone. Coming up with plans for revenge on whumper the second they get there, only to reach for whumper's hand and beg for mercy the moment they appear with food--only to disappear just as quickly, leaving whumpee alone again.
"Please! I'm sorry!" Screaming into the darkness. "I'm sorry..."
"I'm going to put this on you, and you're not going to fight me. Got it?"
Whumpee trying to be as quiet as possible dialing 911, only to find there's no connection.
"Sorry, I'm not convinced you'll stay quiet about this."
"This is going to sting a little."
Whumpee sprinting for the door, barely prying it open before being jerked back inside.
"Shh...Don't scream. Hold very still."
Whumpee waking up in an unfamiliar place.
"No no, don't touch the blindfold. You won't like what happens next if you do."
Whumpee struggling, clawing, screaming uselessly into the chloroform rag. Their thrashing gradually slows to a stop as they fall limp in Whumper's arms.
"You're so cute, I think I might just keep you."
Whumpee pounding at the lid of a trunk, desperate for anyone to notice they're there. Slowly giving in to curling up in a ball and crying.
"You don't have to do this." "Oh, I know. I get to do this."
"Shh...stay quiet for me and I won't have to hurt anyone else tonight."
Whumpee waking up to a hand clamped over their mouth, thrashing in the darkness. Disoriented. Unable to fight what they can't see.
"Are you going to get in the car or do I have to put you in the car?"
“Found you.”
Whumper waiting very patiently under Whumpee's bed for them to fall asleep.
"Listen very carefully and I won't have to hurt you. Okay?"
Whumpee barely getting inside the door when something smashes into the back of their head. They spiral to the floor, bursts of light blurring the world into darkness.
"Stop. - Stop fighting me."
The sinking realization twisting into panic as Whumpee hears the lock click.
"Careful. I don't want to get blood on your nice floors."
Whumpee twitching away from the knife pressed to their throat, too terrified to try to see who is holding it.
"Hmm, is the knife cold against your throat? Try not to flinch, I wouldn't want to slip."
