#I would like to talk to you about consequences btw! the creature is resistant but not immortal. it takes a lot to kill it but you just migh

[whomeidontknowthem]

Eyes on me – an interactive whump story. Part 5.

Previous part. Masterpost.

Content: institutionalized slavery, imprisonment, dehumanizing language, it/its for an inhuman whumpee, pet whump, whipping, blood, physical abuse, withholding of food, training, torture, intimate whumper, carewhumper, mentioned pet death, tell me if i missed something

Lord Teelo didn’t strike. 

He lowered his arm, eyes never straying from holding the creature’s terrified gaze. The room reeked of blood, now streaming down the lord’s fingers in a warm waterfall. He worked hard on pushing his fury back, taking it under control as many times before. He was in control. He would show it, careful and persistent and levelheaded. He would make sure it remembered the lesson forever. The crop was not meant for punishments, it was too short, too soft – he hadn’t meant to punish it. He was going to be a kind and gracious owner. It had left him no choice!

He opened the door, finding the redheaded guard still in the corridor.

“Get a proper whip,” he ordered. “More chains – gods damned handcuffs, whichever idiot thought of leaving it like this?! And a knife, scissors – or whatever, something to file its atrocious claws.”

The guard stared at him, not in the face – at his arm. Lord Teelo felt it – the consistent drip-drip-drip of his blood. He didn’t feel the ache yet. Nothing but the quiet, cold fury he couldn’t wait to unleash at the world. Haltingly, the guard started, “Should I bring someone to take a look at–”

“I have told you what you should do,” his voice came out as a hiss.

“Yes, my lord,” the guard saluted and hesitated only a moment before running down the corridor. 

Lord Teelo closed the door with a loud crash. He paced inside, steps echoing around the room, as the pain slowly started to radiate out. He hated it. Oh how he wished he could slice the thing’s skin just this moment, not waiting for anything and anyone. He picked up the crop once more, stoped before the creature – it cowered to the very corner between the wall and its cage, never letting its eyes away from him. Oh, now it was looking. It dared to look! 

“You think yourself smart?” the lord hissed. “Think you did something good for yourself? Oh, no, you’re gonna regret this. You’re gonna regret this so much.”

The pain seeped into his consciousness with every heartbeat, radiant and nauseatingly familiar. He held a handkerchief to the cuts until it filled with deep red. He threw it away – it landed in a wet disgusting lump on the table, by the bowl of wet disgusting meat. Oh how the lord had tried to be a nice host, how he had tried to accommodate this, this– 

“Damned, ungrateful, hateful beast!” Lord Teelo roared. The glass of the bowl nearly slipped from his bloodied fingers when he grabbed it, and then shattered to thousands pieces to the side of the creature’s head. Its dinner fell onto the floor, useless. Oh, it wouldn’t get any, it would have to work, to beg for any crumb from then on – it would regret, regret it so much!..

The door slid open soundlessly after a short knock, letting in the heavy footsteps and the clanging of metal. The lord turned on his heels, facing the guard. “And why in the world have you not brought a damned healer!” he hissed. “Can’t you see I’m bleeding out!”

The guard blinked. “But you have–” 

“YOU DARE ARGUE WITH ME?!” 

He was struggling to breathe, chest heaving with effort. The blood was still warm down his arm, still bright on the broken glass and light wood of his floors. How could the idiot not understand!

There were chains in the guard’s arms and a leathery length of the whip. Lord Teelo snatched it and demanded, “Chain it up!” The guard hesitated, opened his mouth. “NOW!” 

He did. The lord watched as he came to the beast, careful with his steps, cautious of it. It squeezed itself deeper into the corner. Lord Teelo could see it shaking. He was delighted to see it shaking. The guard reached out, the first cuff prepared, and Lord Teelo watched from a step away as it lifted its hands up, close to its chest. Its teeth were bared, pupils wide and eyes wider. It tried saying something, but what came out was only a mess of sounds with no meaning. 

The guard squeezed its arm even as it tried to avoid it. It whined and fought back, tried getting out of the grasp, tried pushing him away, tried and fought and struggled as he cursed under his nose. Its claws went through the skin of his palm ripping out a sharp hiss. It managed to raise its hind leg as the cuff clicked around its wrist, its claws scratching against the metal in an effort that only delayed the inevitable. 

Lord Teelo had little patience left. He stepped forward, connecting his heel with the middle of the creature’s tail. It yelped, flinched backwards – its head connected with the wall, and before it could regroup the second handcuff was in place. After that, restraining its legs was only a matter of time.

“Turn it around,” the lord ordered. Chains clang as it fought in an ever increasing panic. “To the wall, yes… yes, just like that.” The locks rattled, forced closed. The guard let the key fall onto the ground, forcing the creature to kneel. It hid its tail between its legs, whining as its head was pressed into the wall. “Is the chain short enough? Will it be able to move?”

“I don’t think so, my lord,” the guard answered. 

Lord Teelo played with the whip, trying it out. “Good. Go fetch the healer– wait. I need – something sharp, something – to secure on its tail. See how it hides it? I need something it can’t hide from.”

The guard looked puzzled. He eased his hold in a test, and the creature threw its whole weight backwards, fighting the chains. They held. Kneeling, with its tail hidden and only back visible, it looked strikingly like a human. “Perhaps clothespins, my lord?” It wasn’t what he had in mind. What he wanted – it wasn’t that. Not this easy, tame solution.

“It would work,” he drew out. He would go to the smith when he had time. He had an idea, oh, that would be a genius idea. “Just this once."

He flexed his left arm and rubbed his right. It hurt as all deaths, but it had stopped bleeding. He failed to crack the whip the first time but managed it the second, inches from the creature’s back. The guard bowed, taking it as a sign to leave. 

The creature mumbled and mumbled more, sounds a meaningless mush falling from its tongue. If Lord Teelo was generous, he could see it as an apology; he would not even entertain the possibility of giving in to it, of course. 

The second crack was right by its ear. It flinched and curled up further but couldn't hide.

It wailed when the whip connected with its back – so loud, so quickly, taken by surprise. Lord Teelo bared his teeth in a smile and struck again, violent purple already flowering on the gray of its skin, and struck again without waiting – three, four, six, twelve hits in a row, as it flinched and writhed and cried out.

He paused afterwards, and saw as it tensed, first, its whole body shaking with the effort of breathing, hiccupping in what sounded almost like sobs. He waited, watching how it trembled more and more. He let it marinate in the anticipation, the fear coiling and coiling with no release, the stinging of its sore back growing as its patience ran thin. 

When it raised its head, just barely, as if to look, the whip snapped through the air again. 

It screamed out. He didn’t give it time to recover. 

The lord hit it with no pattern, pausing and continuing at his leisure, until his arm grew heavy with pain and the creature nearly silent. Lord Teelo could only hear its labored breathing, air forced out of its body with every strike. Its back bloomed with purple that gave way to red when the skin opened, the new lines covering the rainbow pattern in an unstructured, repulsive mess.

Oh, he nearly pitied it, trembling pathetically in the corner. Then he rubbed his arm and the sharp pain was enough to remember why he didn’t. 

He struck for the last time, lazily, with his left, and then a few more for a good measure. When a polite knock announced the guard’s return, he felt pleasantly tired, like after a good work out. He called out for the man to enter. 

The guard did and the healer, an old woman the lord knew for most of his life, followed in. She looked the room over with stony, unreadable expression, and Lord Teelo met her gaze with a nice enough smile. “You’ve got your toy,” she stated and that was all the attention the creature got from her. 

She made a quick enough work of the wounds: cleaned and bandaged them up after applying that miraculous numbing cream the lord appreciated since early childhood. The creature would appreciate it even more, he thought, glancing at the pathetic thing. It had shifted at some point, stretching its legs just a bit but keeping its head hidden. Its body shook violently, trembling so much it in itself looked tiring. 

“Should I look it over?” the healer suggested, all business. 

The lord huffed, “What would the point of a punishment be then?” 

The woman looked him over with that annoying, unreadable gaze. “Call me whenever you change your mind,” she bowed and left when he dismissed her. 

Lord Teelo tried the clothespins with interest, forcing the spring to coil and then letting it go softly around his finger, just a tad, until it started hurting. “Good enough,” he concluded finally and got up. 

The creature flinched when his boots stopped by its form but didn’t try anything. “Poor thing,” he drew out and crouched, ran his fingers along its back lightly, brushing fingertips over the painful ridges of future bruises. Its breaths hitched, but it didn’t make a sound. “And all you needed was to not act like a brainless brat to avoid all this. You have no one but yourself to blame, silly thing,” he told it. It didn’t answer, shivering under his touch but not attempting anything stupid. 

“But maybe you can learn,” he hummed and moved his hand down to where its tail started. It tensed even further, if it was possible at all. “Let’s just make sure the lesson sticks, huh?” It curled up even further as he tagged on its tail, releasing from under the creature’s body. He flickered it back and forth and rubbed between his fingers and was satisfied when it sobbed and shuddered but remained motionless otherwise. 

“Like this, yes,” he muttered. With the softest touch of his second hand, he stoked its head. “But look at me now. Eyes on me,” It didn’t understand. He caught a fistful of its fur and tagged. “Eyes on me.”

Too drained to resist, it lifted its head as he guided it. “Eyes on me,” he demanded again, and it either guessed or truly learned – its gaze settled on him, focusing to the best of its ability – and, oh, what a pathetic mess it looked, eyes bloodshot and wet in ways he’d thought only a human's could be, dark lines from where it pressed into the floorboards marking its cheeks. There was something red around its mouth – did it bite itself, the poor thing? 

Lord Teelo clicked his tongue, smiled softly and released its fur. It settled back instantly, curling up again. Its tail remained in his hands. 

He picked up the first pin. 

It must have assumed at first that he was just playing like he had been, – at least, it didn’t seem to tense up too much, nor expect the sharp pain when he released the spring around its tail. It shuddered, head whipping up, staring at him once again. He smiled. Picked up the second clothespin. 

It tried to get its tail free – oh, it tried as much as it could without hurting him, but he tightened the grasp and played with the pins as it couldn’t help a new whimper, and hushed it and urged it to sit still. “That’s for you to remember the lesson better,” he told it pleasantly. It must have cried, body shaking again, and tried to kick just once, the movement stopped halfway through by a short chain. 

Lord Teelo wondered how many pins would be good for it – should he go with the whole set the guard had brought? He settled on five, at the end, a nice even number not even halfway through what he had. He was feeling rather merciful and forgiving, and it sounded just so pathetic. 

He called the guard in to urge it into the cage when it was done. It didn’t even try fighting, following the man's tagging and pushing until it was inside, drawing its limbs close and curling up to fully fit. Nearly immediately, its fingers itched towards the pins, human-like thumbs ready to work on the problem. Lord Teelo snapped his fingers to get its attention.

“No,” he said, words dripping with finality. He reached through the bars and tagged its tail outside. “The clothespins stay here for the night,” he told it. It probably didn’t understand – there was so little thought in its eyes. He let go of it hoped for its sake it understood what he meant. He didn’t want to have to punish it so soon for their lack of common language. 

When he went to sleep, the shaky breaths and the rare clanging when it tried to settle more comfortable sounded like a lullaby to his ears.

In the morning, his arm stung mercilessly and unendingly, and no melodies of birds and gentle sunrays could make his mood better. He turned lazily, letting his eyes fall onto the cage. The creature was curled inside of it, eyes shut tight and ears flickering restlessly. Its tail fluttered too, freed at some point from the pins, one of its hands curling around it protectively. 

Lord Teelo felt stuck between endearment and irritation. He moved and the cuts on his arm ached, and irritation won. 

“Hey… you,” he called and realized he hadn’t come up with a name. He should think about it as some point, he decided grimly, and banished the thought of the last pet he’d named, back in childhood. That was a just a cat, a stupid spoilt creature with too much attitude. The lord remembered the way it looked, painted red and unmoving, after crossing one too many lines. 

The creature didn’t move at his call, either. He picked up an extinguished candle from his bedside table and threw it towards the cage. “Hey!” 

There was no reaction. With an undignified groan, he forced himself on his feet and towards the cage. He rattled the key across the bars, the way that always seemed to get the creature’s attention.

It didn’t react. It was outright ignoring him! 

Had it learned nothing?!

He reached through the bars and tagged on its tail, finally getting some response in return – it flinched weakly and grimaced. Slowly, its eyes fluttered open, but didn’t settle on the lord. They looked as if through him, unfocused and dizzy, and a pang of worry cut through the just rage when they closed back and its chest heaved, struggling for breath. 

Something was wrong.

He reached through the bars and towards its forehead, forgetting for a second it wasn’t a human. The skin under his fingers was blasting hot and sickly wet. It moved closer to his fingers, all but nuzzling against him. 

Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

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If you *were* isekai-ed into Twisted Wonderland, what else would you do differently? (btw I think it’s hilarious but also sort of sad that you’d ignore malmal like that? 😂)

[Referencing this post!]

*rubs hands together*

Some disclaimers before I begin:

1) I will be assuming no prior knowledge of Twisted Wonderland when I am isekai’d (so I won’t know anything about the world, the characters, how their magic works, etc.).

2) I will be writing the things I would personally want to do and say; I am a separate entity from my OC, Raven Crowley, and whatever I write below the cut is not indicative of what she would do and say.

3) Some of the things I’d do/say would drastically alter the events of the main story; for the sake of argument, just assume that the main story progresses as normal despite my actions realistically leading to drastically different consequences or damaging my reputation with certain characters.

4) These are just the immediate things that come to mind, I might have missed some things I’d do differently because I didn’t comb through every scene of every chapter before writing.

Okay, now it’s time to turn Twisted Wonderland’s main story upside down 😷

***Main story spoilers below the cut!***

“If you’re not going to entertain me, then what good are you?” — me as Yuu, probably

Firstly, I’d be extremely protective of Grim right from the get-go, and I would spoil him to death. I’ve always wanted a pet cat, and a sassy talking one is even better than a regular cat 😂 As soon as I pop out of the coffin, I’d chase after Grim like Alice chased the White Rabbit into Wonderland (forget following Crowley to the ceremony, I’d go after Grim and ignore the headmaster). I’d also aggressively shove Riddle and Azul aside at the entrance ceremony to grab Grim for myself (probably shouting something like “MY kitty!! Everyone BACK OFF, he’s MINE!!” while cradling Grim with my body). After that point in time, I’m giving him all the head pats and canned tuna he wants (he’ll probably grow round because of it) 😌 You know how people baby-talk to infants? That’s me with Grim. I’ll “uwu” to him and call him “Grimmu” instead of Grim while smushing his cheeks. He can call me a minion all he wants, I fully support it ❤️ I’m also never EVER letting that sucker out of my sight, I’d ferry Grim everywhere tucked under my arm and I’d use him as a cat-shaped flamethrower for self-defense.

I wouldn’t be scared of the Ramshackle Ghosts during our first meeting. If anything, I’d just be fascinated that ghosts exist at all??? I’d stand there and ask them a billion questions about how ghosts “work”, since they’re technically dead and defy all laws of how science classifies creatures as “living”. Yeah, I know magic is a thing in this world, but ghosts transcend death itself. How could I NOT want to know about them? (Then I’ll go and brag to everyone about my cool ghost uncle room mates 🎵)

I’d eagerly volunteer to help Crowley around NRC instead of Crowley volun-telling me to do it. I hate hate HATE seeing unfinished tasks, especially when I know that one small thing being left undone can disrupt the entire system (aka the school). Even if they’re not MY personal responsibility, I’ll feel compelled to help complete them anyway just to see them done. If Crowley actually tries to guilt trip me into do something (like the whole “woe is me” act), there’s a much higher chance that I’ll resist doing it because I hate it. Just come out and outright tell me what you want so I can turn it down faster without the lingering bad taste in my mouth from guilt, Crowley 😊

I wouldn’t treat Ace and Deuce like my friends or classmates, but as annoying little brothers that I constantly need to nag and supervise. This especially goes for Ace, whom I see as the brattier of the duo. I won’t stand for him shit talking my cat (he can shit talk ME all he likes, but if he insults Grim, the kiddie gloves are coming OFF). Deuce gets more leniency, but I’d still tug on his ear and tell him to go study or something. I will put them in child leashes. I’M NOT AFRAID TO DO IT.

It’s not very clear what Yuu does during in-game battles, but personally I’d just chill in the back while shouting orders at Ace, Deuce, and Grim. I’m not going to count this one as a change, since I think the game implies that’s what Yuu is doing via the player choosing which characters and spells to deploy every turn, BUT I will say that sometimes I’ll just sit in the back with snacks and watch people fight like it’s a free movie or something 🍿

Since I’m so protective of my favorite child (Grim), there’s no way I’d let him eat any OB stones. I’d smack the OB stone out of his paw, or pap him on his butt until he spits it up. Eating rocks will mess with his digestive system, and I’m not about to have that.

I wouldn’t even use the Ghost Camera to take pictures of people. I’d use it to take pictures of things I think are super dumb or super interesting. You’ll get a bajjllion pictures of food or nature before you find a picture of a real fleshy human being on my camera.

When it comes to taking classes and being involved on campus, I’d be a very active student. Even if Grim is the one responsible for any classes that involve magic, you’ll probably find me lurking in the background taking notes (on Grim, on the class materials, on other students, etc). I’d want to learn as much about this world, the people in it, and how everything works, and I’d want to document it ALL. Basically, I’d be Rook Lite—

I would pick a fight with every student I come across when possible (like, I would purposefully annoy/taunt them in hopes of getting them to snap and throw some magic at me). Why? Because it would be fun, that’s why. I’M HERE FOR A GOOD TIME, NOT A LONG TIME. When will I get the chance to be beaten up by magic in my original world, huh? If I’m going to experience living in a place with magic, then I want to experience as much of that magic as possible, and that INCLUDES getting my ass handed to me multiple times. Healing magic exists too, so I can even experience how THAT feels ❤️

I know my personality seems to be all over the place from the bullet points I’ve written so far, but I think I’d have a pretty well-established personality compared to Yuu: someone who’s pretty serious, dry, and sarcastic, prioritizing work and gathering knowledge above all else. However, I’m willing to take risks if it means I get to experience something new, fun, or interesting (think “curiosity killed the cat”). When it comes to dealing with people, it’s VERY clear who my favorites are (*coughsmytalkingcatcoughs*). I act like a jaded, overworked, and unimpressed mom to everyone else, straight faced and trapped in perpetual disappointment.

My personal goal wouldn’t be to get back home or to keep Ace and Deuce out of trouble, it would be to keep myself amused. I get bored extremely easily, and being thrust into another world with all these new factors is just a recipe for disaster. I’d honestly make for a terrible classical heroine, because my priority would be “what would be the most entertaining way to spend the day” instead of “how to save the day”. I’d hesitate to help someone if them struggling is the more entertaining option for me to watch unfold. In a way, I’d be just as shitty as the NRC students themselves 😂

Honestly though??? I’m kind of distrustful of others and unwilling to do group work due to bad experiences I’ve had in the past. I’m also pretty proud, so I would be super hesitant to accept help from anyone; I’m more likely to think of it as an act of pity or something negative rather than as kindness. I’m literally a poster child for Not Being Amicable (TM) and Independence over Cooperation, which is probably the opposite of what Crowley wants. I guess this will all be one massive learning experience for me too??

Forget Ace calling Riddle out for his bullshit, I’ll do it first. My patience would be wearing thin by the time Riddle rejects the apology tart (and besides, wasting food and Grim’s cute new ribbon are such sins 😤). I’d tell Riddle that he’s being childishly unreasonable and acting like a spoiled brat, no sugar coating at all. This would no doubt accelerate his OB, maybe even bring on an early OB, but like???? I’m not going to just stand there and let him throw a tantrum over something so small, that’s ridiculous (keep in mind that I have NO idea about his past, and even if I did, that still doesn’t justify any of the awful things he did). The same goes for most of the OB boys; I might as well call them out and give them a piece of my mind (once I get fed up with each of them) since I have little to lose compared to the students of each dorm. What are the OB boys gonna do, fight me? MAYBE THAT’S WHAT I WANTED ALL ALONG, EVER THOUGHT OF THAT? Do it, you cowards.

My only incentive in trying to solve the injured students mystery is just because it would be fun for me. I’d seriously commit to the bid, too—get dressed in a detective outfit, or pretend to be an ace attorney investigating the crime scene and interviewing witnesses... Heartslabyul and Grim can stare at me if they want or complain about how much time I’m wasting, but I’ll be having the time of my life 😌

Every time I spot J word or Rook, I’d curl up into a useless uncontrollably sobbing ball on the ground. If I have to engage with them or interact with them, I’ll just straight up refuse to make eye contact or shout something really normal like “step on me” 😷 or ask them to mug me in a sketchy back alley and bleed my wallet dry while they’re at it, and hey I’m free 24/7 if they need a human-sized footstool or something an—

I become a crazy cat lady by adopting Chenya and Cheka into my cat family. (Leona is perma-banned.)

I’ll come out and say it: I wouldn’t want to help those anemone’d students in the first place. It’s their own faults that they weren’t willing to put forth their own effort to pass the exams and tried to take the easy way out (and besides, it’s much more amusing to watch them suffer through the consequences of their actions than be freed of them). I’d even be disappointed in Grim for this 😔 but I guess I’d reluctantly stick my neck out once I saw how shittily Grim was being treated as Octavinelle’s new dish rag.

I’m overly cautious, so I’d try to negotiate the terms of the agreement with Azul. (I’d probably only want Grim’s freedom and maybe J word as my butler or something). I wouldn’t feasibly be able to retrieve that photo he wanted anyway, since I can’t swim (which is KIND OF a requirement if you’re going to be underwater).

If I somehow still had to go underwater (and Azul still sent the twins to interfere), I think just SEEING their true forms would make me lose my mind because HELLO???? WHY ARE THERE SUDDENLY CYAN EEL ABS??? 😂 IS THIS REAL LIFE?????? They wouldn’t even need to fight me, I’d break down on the spot clutching my stomach and screaming into the water.

I fold like a piece of origami paper and immediately cave to whatever J word asks of me—

I sob at J word’s feet and thank him for evicting me and Grim from Ramshackle—

As I mentioned in the referenced post, I wouldn’t befriend Malleus. In fact, I’d probably think he’s some weirdo that hangs around on my property at weird hours of the night despite me yelling at him to get off of my lawn 😤 You bet I’d phone up Crowley or campus security or SOMEONE to remove the horned stranger from the premises. And honestly? (This may sound pretty mean since TWST tries to present Malleus as lonely and misunderstood, but please remember that I, as “Yuu”, don’t know that going in; we only know this information because of our perspective as the PLAYER, not as the actual isekai’d individual.) Once I start hearing rumors of this “Malleus” person, there’s no way I wouldn’t put two and two together and adopt the same general opinion as most of NRC—“Malleus is dangerous, he is a monster and he should be feared, etc.” If I had a lot of courage one particular day, maybe I’d approach him and ask him to strike me down with his lighting just so I know what it feels like to be vaporized to ashes, but other than that?? It’s safer for me to assume Malleus is dangerous based on his magical capabilities alone, because this is the smartest choice for my survivability. Yeah, I want to fight everyone, but I also need to pick and choose my battles strategically, because if Malleus ends up doing major damage, then I won’t be able to fight everyone ELSE in the cast.

Jamil doesn’t need to Snake Whisper me to convince me to come to Scarabia during winter break, I’ll literally accept any excuse to absorb free food and see what the dorm is like🎵

I’d probably die in the desert if Jamil drags me along for those training sessions/parades, because I cannot deal with hot, sunny weather...

I wouldn’t care all that much during the segment where Jamil’s keeping me locked up in a room?? Like, I’d be mildly concerned, but the situation’s pretty interesting~ It’s like being held hostage and an escape room all in one. I’d still definitely try to get out, but I’d be way less worried than Yuu is shown to be in the game.

I laugh at how silly Jamil’s OB facial hair is and get my ass kicked for it—

I’d fistfight Vil to include Grim as the 8th member of the VDC group and as the c e n t e r 😤 I would also fistfight Ruggie to get Grim’s deluxe menchi katsu sandwich for him because Grimmu deserves nothing less than the best ✨

I would resist the VDC group using Ramshackle as their base of operations for training. I do NOT like the idea of 7 random boys (most of which I barely know) invading my living space 😔 and the lack of privacy disturbs me............... If they somehow still yoink Ramshackle for their training, I’ll just pad around in the background in my fluffy house slippers, sheet mask, and pajamas while staring at them in disappointment from a safe distance away.

I betray NRC to squeal about how cute Neige and the dwarves are, especially Timmy ❤️—

I’m not sitting around and waiting to save Grimmu from STYX 😤 I’m immediately formulating a plan, grabbing supplies, and recruiting a rescue squad because NO ONE TOUCHES MY CAT; I am closing this post as I opened it, with CATS—