#doppleganger whumpee

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Whump prompt #5

A Human weapon whumpee was trained to kill/ kidnap people with a face reference. So when he is rescued, they avoid looking at anyone, always turning his back and not wanting anyone to approach them. They have been looking at that list o faces for so long, killed so many of those... Sometimes they still sees those faces in other people's bodies. They are trying to get in control of themselves, but they are afraid they might see an "enemy face" and trigger them to attack.

Bonus if whumper is a supernatural creature

Like a wolf, a vampire or a doppleganger

Werewolf whumpee in this situation would be trying their hardest to never transform, or hold the transformation in a more harmless stage

They would also probably avoid eating meat, it reminds them of the bodies they ate.

Vampire whumpee begs to be blindfolded before feeding from someone.

Both enticed and extremely repulsed by the smell of blood. They seem to almost puke but then start to salivate over it.

Doppleganger whumpee starts to shift into different people (his past victims) by accident whenever triggered.

I can also imagine this working for robot whumpee

They have a specific word/ sentence/ alarm/ switch/ button that trigger them.

They can only be brought back to normal with a password/switch/ button.

Face recognition failing

Probably asked for face recognition to be deactivated entirely, so whenever they look someone in the eye, they don't know who they are, they see them and maybe able k vaguely describe their features, but cannot tell who they are or if they have ever met.

(tho they might have other ways of figuring it out, like through their voice/ clothes/ digitals/ etc...) (Or no...)

Yes this was based on 🍌 🐟

[clickerflight]

Voltober 20. Don't go by the River - From Dust to Ashes

Author's notes: I am SOOOOOO proud of this one actually. Not because it's the best thing I've ever written, it's not, but because of how much fun the concept was. This might turn into a mini series in the future. Less of a whump series and more of a 'cop show' series. You know how most of those have an overarching serial killer messing with everyone? Muir has just met his nemisis :3

Masterlist - Voltober 19

Content: vampire whumpee, cop whumpee, multiple whumpees, serial killer whumper, creepy call, creepy whumper, stalker, mentions of past murders and implied rape of victims, mimicry, messy fight, throat wound, attempted murder, attempted drowning, doppleganger

@voltober

Stalker | Serial Killer | Swept Away

Muir was nearly finished at the office. He checked his phone again for the time, seeing the messages from Joseph asking when he would be home. He sighed a little. He wanted to get more done, but he had been somewhat distracted. It was so hard to get his work done properly when there were so many cops at the precinct who were in the pockets of the various gangs around the city. He was so tired of spending half of his time recording evidence of corrupt cops instead of actually getting real work done. He’d already helped fire two cops, one of which even went to jail because of what Muir discovered.

He was just beginning to think he would need to go through and weed out every corrupt individual in the entire building, starting with the recruiters, and then he could sit down and actually do his work as a detective.

He pulled up an empty document on his computer, ignoring the paperwork that he had wanted to finish and started typing up what he would have to do to get each cop he knew was bad out and a plan for how to spend more time around the recruiters to do the same thing there. He wasn’t high enough up to make policy changes, but he had the Chief’s ear most of the time because of how much work he had done so he might be able to get her in on this.

Distractedly, he started typing a sort of letter/speech that he could use to convince the Chief to help him in his mini quest and request a lighter case load in the meantime. His planning was interrupted by a phone call coming in. He assumed it was Joseph so he answered without looking, tucking his phone between his head and shoulder, still typing. “Hey, Seph. I’ll be home soon.”

“Hello Muir.”

That wasn’t Joseph.

Muir pulled his phone away from his ear, just to see an unknown number with the local area code.

He put the phone back to his ear, pushing his keyboard forward a little and said, “Sorry about that. Thought you were someone else. Who is this?”

“Someone you are really not going to like,” the voice said, heavy in the menace. “You think you are so strong. So good. The best and most moral detective in the whole city.”

Muir frowned. “I wouldn’t say I’m the best. Look, what’s all this about? How did you get my number?”

The person on the other end laughed. “I have my ways, detective. Now, are you familiar with the murders in Clark County? I’m sure you are. It’s outside of your jurisdiction, but you keep an eye on everything going on in the area, correct?”

Muir’s blood went cold as he realized what was going on. “I am familiar. Are you saying you have information?”

“I do. The murders are coming to your county, I’m afraid. And I’ve decided on my next target. What a pretty bond mate you have.”

Muir was on his feet in an instant, grabbing his jacket and bag, ignoring the looks his coworkers gave him as he left his desk without even logging out of his computer. “If you touch him, you are dead, you hear me!?” he snarled.

“Oh detective,” the voice said, amused. “I already have. I bumped into him at the store on Tuesday. I helped brush something off his shoulder on Wednesday, I even shook his hand when he recognized me on Thursday. He keeps a pretty regular schedule, doesn’t he?”

Muir felt his stomach drop, reaching through his still new bond with Joseph warning him that he needed to be alert. He tried to push all of his fear and worry through the bond, hoping Joseph would call someone for help before this creep could do anything.

At the same time, he tried to remember everything he’d read on the cases from Clark County. Both male vampires and humans going missing, the vampire bodies never being found, of course, but the human ones found mutilated and defiled floating down the river.

“Hurry detective,” the serial killer said, his tone bright with glee. “Maybe you’ll be able to catch me!”

Muir felt Joseph’s growing worry at Muir’s fear, sensing he was trying to find what it was Muir was warning him about.

The phone went dead and Muir had to slow his run to speed dial Joseph. He sprinted down the sidewalk with vampiric speed, having ignored his car as traffic would slow him down, and prayed that Joseph would pick up.

He did at the second ring, nearly frantic. “What!? What’s wrong!”

“There’s a stalker,” Muir gasped. “He’s been following you. He’s a serial killer! You need to find people to be around, now, Joseph!”

Joseph’s breath hitched as there was a noise somewhere else a distant voice called, “Honey! I’m home!”

“Muir?” Joseph asked.

“Yes?” Muir said at the same time as the other voice and Muir’s stomach dropped. “Joseph! That’s not me, get out of there!”

There was a rush of noise and lots of shouting before the phone cut off.

He shoved his phone into his bag and pushed himself to run faster, crossing the street and leaping over stopped cars, ignoring people who shouted at him as he nearly knocked them down.

He was four blocks away from home, and he could barely think through the fear. The serial killer had to be a vampire.

Three blocks away. An old vampire who had the extra abilities that came from age and experience.

Two blocks away. There weren’t very many old vampires who could make themselves look like the victims’ loved ones, and that was way he was able to kidnap and kill so many vampires.

One block away. He had the element of surprise and most stood no chance. Joseph might since Muir gave a warning, but Joseph had never really had to fight for his life, and an older vampire certainly would have.

Muir run down the hall of his building, shouldering open the door, looking around wildly. The apartment was in disarray, broken furniture, dents in the wall, and scraped up floors.

Muir snarled and followed the scent of Joseph and the intruder out to a window where he followed the trail out, running hard across the grass, and then across the lot. He knew where the serial killer was going. He was taking Joseph to the river.

Muir grabbed out his phone, speed dialing his partner, Granger.

“Muir? What’s going on. Why did you run out of the office?”

“The serial killer from Clark County is here. He has Joseph. Heading to the Torde River across from my place. I’m going in as Joshua, not as Detective Muir, so please hurry.”

“On my way.”

Granger hung up and Muir shoved his phone back into his bag, his feet almost skimming over the ground as he made it to the river. He heard a struggle behind some of the buildings lining the river and he ran across the cement and around the building to see the serial killer wearing Muir’s face, trying to wrestle Joseph’s clothing off.

Joseph was putting up a good fight despite the hole torn in his throat to silence him. He was beginning to falter, though. Even a vampire needs oxygen for his cells to function.

Muir plowed into the serial killer, driving him into the wall as Joseph scrambled back, reaching out to try and find his shirt where the serial killer had thrown it to the side.

Muir was a very new vampire, and he knew the only advantage he had was the element of surprise. He was going to lose that advantage very quickly here unless he could put him out.

“Hold still!” Muir shouted. “You’re under arrest!”

The serial killer fought back, hissing at Muir. Muir tried to grab his hair and slam his head down, but the vampire grabbed Muir and threw him back, getting on top and raising his hand to tear out his throat next.

Thankfully, Joseph got there not a moment too soon and grabbed the false Muir from behind, trying to pull him off.

He turned on Joseph, backhanding him hard enough to leave deep scratches in his face from claws that shot out from his finger tips.

Joseph gasped, his voice still not fully back, scooting back and away from the serial killer. The killer moved to incapacitate Joseph so he could deal with Muir without distractions, but Muir was quick to react, grabbing him from behind and flinging him back. The vampire grabbed Muir’s hair as he fell back and they both went tumbling over the retaining wall and into the shallows of the river.

The serial killer shoved Muir’s head under the water, ready to wait for the lack of oxygen to put Muir into torpor, but Muir managed to slip free and tried desperately to get out of the water.

Light’s filled his vision as the killer grabbed him by the arm, forcing him back into the water. He struggled as he heard muffled shouting from the bank and the killer replying.

They thought the killer was Muir. Of course they did. He needed to get up. He needed them to see him!

Something changed and the shouting on the bank became more aggressive. The serial killer let go and Muir popped out of the water, gasping for air and spluttering as water ran over his face from his hair.

Now he could hear the people shouting on the bank, telling them both to stand and put their hands in the air, their guns pointed at Muir and the impostor. Muir spotted Joseph, wrapped in a blanket with a hand over his throat. He must have gotten his voice in time to warn everyone that one of the Muirs was not real.

Muir stumbled too his feet and put his hands in the air, shaking his head to sort his hair out a little.

Granger headed the group, her own gun pointed at Muir’s head. “Both of you stay right there.”

Muir held still, looking at the serial killer from the corner of his eye. He was panting as well, soaked through and gave Muir the exact same look.

Muir was annoyed to see that the serial killer had gone out of his way to wear the same outfit that Muir had on. They were exactly identical on the outside. He had a suspicion that this guy had a knack for reacting the way Muir himself would.

“Muir, it looks like things might be a little complicated for a moment. We might have to take you both in and figure out which one of you is real. Are you alright with that?”

“Yeah,” Muir and the killer said at the same time.

The killer glared at Muir and said, “I understand, Granger.”

Muir looked over at Joseph and asked, “Seph, can’t you tell from there which one of us is real? Through the bond?”

Joseph looked between and said as loudly as he could with a healing throat, “You’re too close.”

Muir moved to take a step away from the killer when Granger shouted, “DON’T MOVE!”

Muir froze again. The killer, who saw the way Joseph tensed up, called, “It’s okay, Seph. It’ll be okay. They’ll sort this out and we’ll be fine.”

“Don’t talk to him,” Muir snarled, startled by how well the killer mimicked his own reassuring tones. He almost wondered if he had been the one to speak.

“I’ll talk to my bond mate if I want to,” the killer replied sharply, but sounding more reasonable than Muir himself did. He was going to lose to this vampire if he didn’t reign in his temper quickly.

“Enough! You on my left. Come to the side here and keep your hands up. My guys will pull you up out of the water.”

Muir was relieved Granger had chosen him to go first and he stepped forward, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the killer was staying still. He reached the wall and a couple of guys reached down to pull him up out of the river. He saw Joseph stiffen, turning his head this way and that before he pointed at Muir.

“That one’s the real one!”

Granger spun her gun onto the other vampire and pulled the trigger, but the killer dove for the river, disappearing under the surface.

Some of the vampire officers dove into the water after him to give chase while Muir relaxed and ran a hand through his hair to strain some of the water out.

He nearly went right back into the river as Joseph slammed into him for a hug. He put his arms around Joseph, putting his sopping head on top of Joseph’s. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. You?”

Muir glanced back out at the water where the vampire officers were popping up, confused and shaking their heads. They lost him.

“No. Not yet.”

VTB Part 21

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Well I was fucking around and came up with this terrible, terrible, hilarious prompt (courtesy of @whumperofworlds :D)

Whumpee is kidnapped and replaced with a doppleganger. They’re convinced no one has noticed and, therefore, no one is coming to save them.

However, someone close to whumpee immediately clocked the doppleganger as a fake, and decided to see just how far the fake will go to keep up appearances (ie: loved one telling blatant lies about whumpee to see if the fake will abide by their ridiculous statements)