Whump Prompt #1306

“What have they done to you?”

Whumpee breaks free from their captors grip - but not from the base they’re held in. They find a small desk against the wall and collapse underneath it, frozen with fear.

They hear footsteps hunting, looking for them, but they have yet to be found.

They don’t dare look, even when whumper’s noises go quiet. Hours pass and they’re paralyzed, the footsteps have changed to not one, but many. Frantic, heavy, with voices shouting their name. 

Eventually, the desk gets grabbed and yanked from over them. The atmosphere changes from safe, to a cold wave of dread.

“Whumpee! Whumpee look at me!” A voice shouts. Two hands grab and shake them, trying to get them to uncurl.

“Whumpee it’s me, it’s me. Please look at me, I’m not going to hurt you. Look at me-” Caretaker frantically cries, wrapping them in their arms and pulling them out of the corner. They cradle them in hopes they’ll snap out of it, they can feel whumpee shaking and panting, but still locked away like they’ve dissociated.

“…What… Have they done to you?“

Mindless thrashing against cold metal restraints. Desperate, screaming, but the agony doesn't stop. The whumper keeps going.

Just to see the tension. Just to watch the despair. Just to inflict as much suffering as possible.

Just to prove that they can.

Parental whumper who has underlings. People who hold Whumpee down, tie them up, even punish them for Whumper. People who coldly help a parent torture their own child, because it's their job. Maybe at least some of them know it isn't right and feel guilty about what they're doing, but not enough to stop it.

Prompt (568)

“Do I know you from somewhere?” The villain asked.

Something about the cashier looked so familiar.

The hero stared coldly at the villain as they scanned their milk. “You almost killed me last week, testing a homemade explosive. The cops were called.”

The villain perked up. “Ah, yes! Now hurry up. The butter’s melting.”

Accidental caretaker in whump is such a fun trope. Like. Just caretaker finding a whumpee on a random tuesday like some stray kitten on the street and deciding to take it home and then actually bonding

Stoic Whumpee who grips Caretaker’s (or Whumper’s) clothing in white-knuckled fists and teary eyes when they are physically unstable and can’t stand on their own

That’s all folks!

"Shut up!" The whumper kicked the whumpee's shivering form, "stop it. Stop crying- I can't fucking think."

The whumpee lay curled up on the cold hardwood floor, trying to hold in their sobs, "s-sorry."

"Jesus," the whumper rubbed a hand over their eyes, "don't look at me like that."

The whumpee quickly averted their gaze, whimpering softly.

"Now you're acting like I'm the fucking bad guy," they walked over to the whumpee and sat down.

The whumpee drew into themselves, hugging their arms into their chest.

"Stop it," The whumper pushed on their shoulder, forcing them to lay on their back. The whumpee didn't resist, letting themself be moved. They were unable to hold in a light sob.

"Jesus you're fucking dramatic. Just chill out," the whumper threaded their fingers through the whumpee's hair, "you were being annoying ok? And it's not like I fucking stabbed you."

The whumpee nodded weakly as the whumper pet them.

"There's no reason to get all upset, ok?"

"y-yeah, sorry."

Injury Prompt #1026

Strangled by a cord

Submitted by: @wild-selenite-caffine / x

The team watching their weakest and youngest be tortured by whumper, whumpee’s screams echoing against the walls as they beg for them to stop.

Vs

The team watching their stoic leader be tortured by whumper, swallowing down their pain with grunts and gasps, which only angers whumper further.

CW: Blood, Amputation

"From now on, you will do as I say if you value your life." Whumper snarled menacingly.

"I'm nice though, so I'll give you ten chances. Your first order is this: kneel before me."

Whumpee stared defiantly from the floor where they lay crumpled. They sneered at their captor, narrowing their eyes.

"Oh, yes, you're so nice, kidnapping me and everything. Real stand-up behaviour from you there!" They spat, eyes darkening, "I will never follow your commands, you monster."

Whumper's aura of confidence shifted to one of slight frustration, glaring at Whumper like they were a particularly petulant child.

"Fine, you want to test your boundaries? I know mutts like you tend to do that under new masters." They grabbed Whumpee harshly by the wrist, yanking them over to a wooden table hidden in the shadowy corner of the room. There, they strapped Whumpee's hand in place by the wrist, palm down, tightening the leather buckle they used until their captive's flesh burnt red from pressure. They then locked it shut, to prevent any unwanted tampering.

"Ten chances, I suppose one of those would end up being wasted on a learning experience hm?" Whumper mused light-heartedly, rummaging through a storage box next to the table. Whumpee took the time to experimentatively pull against the strap, working the buckle with their hand.

"Oh, I'd move that other hand out of the way if I were you!"

Before Whumpee could fully grasp what that could mean, Whumper spun around, cleaver knife in hand. Quick as a flash they grabbed the little finger on Whumpee's restrained hand, pulled it away from the rest of them, and brough the cleaver down on it with a sickening crunch.

For a second, Whumpee felt nothing. Then, the white hot pain hit them with the force of a truck, and they screamed like a wild animal, their body going limp as they fell to their knees in agony.

Whumper doused the nub left behind in a sterile saline solution, tightly wrapping it in gauze, halting the bleeding. They picked up the quickly cooling amputated finger and crouched down, holding it in Whumpee's face.

"That's one chance gone, ok? I'm sure you understand not to waste the remaining nine."

Whumpee weakly nodded.