#Daniel is going to get his ass whooped for breaking dads most loyal toy

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FEBUWHUMP 2023 DAY 15 - Self-sacrifice

CW: pet whump, BBU-flavored whump, self-sacrifice, suicide by proxy, public humiliation, rich people being awful

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All of his friends had gathered today to watch the spectacle. The young Master always had been pretty popular, attracting many people to join him at these get-togethers, which already dragged on from a casual brunch into the late evening. If Whumpee had to guess, they wouldn't blame it on his charming personality.

More so on the money, they thought with a bitter sneer. The sunny afternoon had been spent with casual small talk and exchange of courtesy, filling the empty space until the true show could begin.

"Let's go, pet. Time for our big moment.", he finally whispered from behind, as Whumpee stopped to collect empty champagne flutes and craft beer bottles scattered around the vacant buffet.

"Yes, sir.", came the placid reply.

Whumpee had no reason to worry, the claims of grandeur were warranted. Master never missed once during their home practice, plus the apple trick was a stable element of this public performance. Nothing new for any of them. Still, his entourage loved the rush they got out of this pretentious display of hubris.

"Are you ready, folks?", Master howled towards the scattered mass, redirecting the attention towards the real highlight of the gathering. "Applause for our brave volunteer!"

Even if he missed, which would likely get him an unforgettable beating by his father and also would-be owner of his personal valet, they would probably just get a new pet. Someone else to cook and clean and get groped by tipsy party guests. Maybe the newest victim, currently starving down in the basement, until their training was completed.

Surrounded by bawling and whistling, he pulled out a wooden bow out of the sling leaning against his designated chair, followed by a single arrow.

"I present to you: The William Tell!"

Taking an apple from the decorative set of fruit displayed proudly on every table and sporting the fakest smirk they were able to muster, Whumpee strode wordlessly towards the great cottonwood in the middle of the lawn. Not even an apple tree, what a lazy act.

Turning back to face the audience with the small fruit carefully balanced on top of their head, they leaned back against the rough bark. The backrest already bore the markings of the many times they performed before, crowning their hair line. The first time, they nearly lost an eye, but Master's natural talent was indisputable. 

He knew exactly what he was doing.

God, they grew so sick of him. This petty nasal voice calling them every time of day, whining and grumbling at every little thing. The nights spend wishing for a simple quiet, only to be shattered by the bell in their room endlessly ringing. 

Where is my breakfast? 

I don't like this, pet, get me something better. 

What the fuck are you even good for, huh?

He used to be different, they recalled. Watching him grow up, back when they themself were finally let out of the training room and given their designation, he didn't even know he was supposed to talk that way. Back when they still called him Daniel.

Getting disciplined downstairs just to be sold to other disgusting people, most of them standing in front of them right now, forming a crescent-shaped audience. They preferred to play nanny for the brat over such a fate any day. Maybe the unfortunate soul below would also realize exactly this some day and comfort themself with that somber knowledge. A moment Whumpee would hate to live through. 

They were just tired, starting with the day when Daniel didn't want to be Daniel anymore.

I am your master, so address me as such.

"Ready, pet? Don't be scared.", Master playfully told the living mark standing a good 20 yards before him, but rather talking to the crowd than anyone else. The string pulled taut, his stance flawless. 

Oh, how much we practiced together.

Bathing in the soft orange glow of the sunset, they were so damn tired. A loving smile spread across their face. 

Fuck you, Daniel. One more trick, for old times sake.

So as their Master let go of the tense bowstring, they stood tall - for one last time.

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