#employee whumpee

[sorrowful-hyacinth]

Is there any like, office whump? Does that make sense? Not like crazy Belko Experiment or anything, although that was good too, but like an employee or multiple employees being kind of tormented by superiors or other coworkers.

Whumpee super excited on their first few days of a new job

Boss Whumper finds a weird infatuation with Whumpee whether it’s a creepy intimate way or just gravitating towards their innocence and wonder towards the world

Holds private meetings with them or maybe even invites them outside of work. Like team bonding events only it’s just the two of them

Whumpee takes it as, maybe they’re doing really good and Whumper must be super impressed by their work already

Only for it to start slowly spiraling down as Whumper gets a bit meaner, rougher, insensitive, forward and dangerous

If Whumpee gets one small error wrong then that’s a smack with a heavy paper weight.

Don’t want to go out for a bonding dinner? Grabs the scissors/stapler/whole goddamn keyboard

Whumpee tries to speak up about Whumper being “slightly” abusive, whether it’s only towards them or others too.

That was the last time they ever brought it up. Whumper showing them exactly what they can do to them in the office during working hours with everyone being non-the-wiser

Whumpee feels like they can’t tell anyone because this is the best job they’ve ever had and if they left, they knew Whumper would make it imposible for them to get a new job even close to this one

Whumpee also cant tell their other coworkers because Whumper threatens to start doing the same things to the people they tell

Or threatens to fire them and do worse things outside of work because it CAN get worse

Maybe Whumper has way too much fun with Whumpee and decides to take them home and keep them there

Little firing, little kidnapping, little captive Whumpee to play and torment with for their own entertainment and as a stress relief from the work environment

It’s like… a stress ball at your desk. Except a perfect little Whumpee ready to be picked apart and destroyed.

[honeyrut]

The violent boss (oneshot)

idk how to do warnings but as the name suggests it contains violence

The employee was cowering in his place feeling smaller the more his boss yelled at him. His boss was furious at him for making a mistake, this one mistake.

“I- I’m sorry!” He finally spoke. “It won’t happen again!” He continued. Somehow, his apology made his boss even more angry.

“sorry? you’re sorry. why can’t your stupid damn brain understand that my valuable package is gone! GONE!” the boss yelled in response.

The boss took a deep breath to calm himself down, then he said “and it’s your fault”.

his words were so calm, yet so threatening that made the employee shiver and take two steps back, he felt in danger.

“B- boss, I did what I could, I work hard everyday, y- you know that!” He tried to explain himself.

“You didn’t work hard enough WHEN I NEEDED IT THE MOST!” the boss replied as he got up from his desk, approaching his employee.

“Do you know how much money I lost you piece of shit?” he said as he walked towards his employee who was going backwards in fear, until he got stopped by his boss’s coffee table.

“P- please, I didn’t mean to-! I- I swear!” he said in panic, his boss is starting to really scare him.

and his instinct was right.

The boss held him from his shirt and started beating him and then slamming his face to the table multiple times.

The employee’s screams and pleas didn’t phase him, he kept on letting out his anger blindly, until the sound of his telephone ringing brought him back to reality, that’s right, someone was supposed to visit him today.

“Oh shiit–!” he cussed as he was looking at the bloody mess he did, and then looked at his handwatch, he barely have time.

“quickly! think!!” he ordered himself in panic as he’s holding the now unconscious employee. If anyone sees this he won’t just lose his status, he’ll lose everything.

Good thing no one is allowed to this floor, only if they had an appointment, so nobody should’ve heard what happened just now.

“I’m not done with you” he threatened the employee as if he could hear him.

He took his scissors and started to cut some cloth pieces from the employee’s shirt and used them to tie him up and gag him, he then took him to the storage room that is on the same floor and closed the door.

He went back to his office and cleaned the mess as fast as he could, and then the phone rang again, this time he was able to respond.

The visitor had arrived, sat down, then she and the boss started talking about their partnership and how glad the visitor is to be working with such a great fancy company.

“Thank you for your time, we’ll be doing more business with you sometime soon” the visitor said.

“no, thank you! It was my pleasure” the boss replied politely.

as the visitor was about to leave she noticed the messed up coffee table.

“oh this? I fell down on it today, could you imagine? haha” the boss explained as he scratched his nose which made the visitor notice his bruised knuckles.

“ah, I see” she replied with a smile “be careful next time!” she continued.

she left quickly because what she saw was definitely suspicious. She speed-walked towards the elevator and as she pressed the button she heard a sound.

a muffled sound.

She went to the source of the sound, and as she was about to open the door, she got cut off by the sound of heavy steps behind her which made her turn around quickly.

“snooping around isn't something you should do if you want to mountain a partnership”

“oh! excuse me, I thought I heard something” she explained politely.

“that’s just my dog, he was misbehaving today and I had to lock him up”

“I- I’m not a dog owner but isn’t it abusive to–”

“looks like your elevator has arrived, better catch it quickly before it goes down again” he interrupted her with a smile, a clearly fake smile.

“r- right.. thank you..” the visitor nervously replied and went to the elevator quickly.

Once she left the boss opened the storage room door and looked at the beaten, clearly terrified employee.

“Now, where were we?”

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Bonus drawing:

[all-the-gory-details]

Whump prompt: taken to market

Tw: pet whump, objectification, mentions of violence, dehumanization

Whumpee shivered as they trailed behind their owner, tugged along by a rope leash around their neck. The cold night air combined with the short sleeved shirt and boxers they were wearing made for a miserable walk.

And the knowledge of their destination made it so, so much worse.

Whumpee sniffled as they followed along. Begging and pleading for Whumper to change his mind had only gotten them slapped earlier, so they stayed silent.

It wasn't long before they reached the auction house.

Whumpee's heart started pounding at the sight, eyes scanning the sign above the door with a renewed sense of panic.

Pet Auctions held here! Fridays 8-12 pm, every week! Quality pets for sale at incredible prices! We buy used merchandise!

Whumpee froze in terror, tears welling up in their eyes once more. Whumper yanked them along, closer to that door, closer to that place-

They couldn't go back.

"P-please, Master, don't d-do this-"

Whumper pushed on, opening the heavy wooden door and pulling whumpee through. He walked up to the counter, smiling at the employee and exchanging pleasantries.

Whumpee sobbed quietly as the two moved on to buisness. Whumper gestured to them with a grin, and they flinched hard.

"I'm looking to sell my pet," he said easily, and whumpee hiccuped in response. "How much do you think I'll get for it?"

The employee looked them up and down, making a few calculations. "We'll have to conduct a more thorough examination, but for a rough estimate... somewhere between 15 and 20 hundred."

Whumper nodded, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Alright. I might go take a look at the merchandise while you appraise it, if that's alright?"

"Of course, sir. I can take it back right now. We'll call your name when we're done."

Whumper smiled and shook the employee's hand before handing the leash over and walking away.

Whumpee shook with the force of their sobs as they watched him leave. They had been sold.

The employee turned and pulled them towards a door leading deeper into the auction house, and they could do nothing but follow along.

[whumpsoda]

Seeing Me in You - Unboxing

Masterlist

cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, institutionalized slavery, conditioned/brainwashed whumpee

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Ever so anxiously fearful, he had safely arrived to his new home. After so long of training and treatment, he had been prepared to perfection for his purpose. He was going to finally be put to use.

His trip to delivery had proved painful, even if he was used to dealing with common afflictions. Such a tight cage was unfavorable for his hulking frame, and the constant, numerous shakes and bumps of the truck formed noticeable bruises over his skin, and a sour throbbing in his head.

Thankfully, 374629 wasn’t meant to look presentable. Especially not pretty. He knew he wasn’t, having been utterly made sure of it. Not average looking, even, but he was never meant to be. He certainly was not a romantic, nothing anyone would purchase depending on his level of attraction.

Once set to the ground below his master’s doorstep, he made a point not to listen into the muffled conversation mushing together like cotton clouds above him. Reducing it to a buzz in the back of his mind, he kept his brain nice and blank. His belly still whirled in a mixture of terror and excitement to be inches away from his owner, and minutes from finally being introduced to them.

He could clearly hear as the employees transporting him finally left, leaving him alone with his owner. Leaving him to begin his new life.

374629 froze rigid as light began cracking and seeping into his crate, flooding his face with warmth and blinding brightness. On instinct his eyes shut and wound tight, body curling into itself further.

He hoped his master would be a good master. Didn’t everyone? Every master would be good of course, he had to be grateful to have any master at all. He was lucky. Maybe they would be just like his handlers in the facility. He couldn’t help but wish they were. As much as he was in no place to have preferences, he would have liked the familiarity.

But as his master ever so carefully opened his box, revealing more and more of his face, 374629 couldn’t help but on instinct catch a tiny look. And his master was frowning.

It was obvious he was attempting to hide it, lips curling up ever so slightly, almost unnoticeably so. The fake, half smile failed to meet his solemn, moistening eyes that glittered in the light. Not only was he obviously unhappy with his delivery, but his master was crying.

As 374629 turned back away, he could only hope it was his pet’s unsavory predicament that he found so foul.

Covered in his own grime, tears and sweat, boxers shriveled and dirty, his burly figure was contorted every which way inside of his box. His collar wasn’t even a nice leather, rather cheap and itching raw, red marks over his neck.

Maybe his master had never ordered a boxie before. Maybe he didn’t realize his pet would arrive so disheveled.

“S- sorry,” the man sniveled, wiping his eyes with clammy knuckles, “This is just… a lot. More so for you, of course.” 374629 could sense the slightest of a soft smile in his voice, pulsing warmth through his pet’s butterfly-filled belly. 

374629 didn’t know if he was meant to respond. He knew his rules well, repeating one specifically like a mantra in his mind. Do not speak unless spoken to, he told himself, over and over again like the handlers had. But he’d never had someone, let alone a person, apologize to him. Apologize! How could he possibly know what to do?

“Ye- yes, sir.” He squeaked out, meek and shaky. He winced, expecting a quick and burning shock to the throat for his misbehavior - hesitating and stuttering - but, while no longer wearing his training collar, such a punishment never came. 

Eyes peeking open once again, 374629 fixated his vision on the wood paneling of his crate. Pets are never allowed to look their master in the face, he told himself, both reminding him of the rules and silently chastising himself for having the urge to do so a second time. He hoped his owner had noticed his previous mistake of doing so, so that he could receive needed discipline for such unacceptable behavior.

“Hmmm… how about we get you up and out of your box, okay?” His master commanded, although spoken strangely. As if it wasn’t a command, rather a question, but 374629 knew very well that it was. Commands were one thing he was good at knowing. “Unless you feel more comfortable in there, then-,”

Before his master could continue, 374629 swiftly and clumsily stumbled from the confines of his box, plopping to his knees beside it. Again he fixed his gaze somewhere beside his master, this time the concrete floor of the hallway, as much as he wished he could look to the man for approval.

“Oh.” 

The pet tensed. Did he do something wrong? He failed to discern an emotion from his master’s lack thereof, causing his stomach to quease with uneasiness. 

“That’s okay. That’s good, yeah.” The pet could have sighed in relief. “Now, can I ask you a question?”

374629 tensed once again. Another question. He was so terribly confused. Why was his master asking him? Permission, even? It had to be a trick. A test, to see how well he’d been trained, an easy on at that. 

“A master does anything they so desire.” He neatly recited, a smile nearly tugging at his lips. 

He was being such a good boy. Back at training he would have received a quick and concise good by his handler, and the thought of praise, no matter how little and insignificant, could have him practically drooling.

For a moment, his master paused.

“I guess I should’ve expected that.” He whispered, more so to himself than his pet. His tone almost shone disappointment to his words, a realization that could have brought rich bile flooding his pet’s mouth. “I just wanna know, um, what’s your designation?”

He didn’t even need to think to formulate a reply. “WRU, facility 034, Guard Dog 374629.” He recited on the instant, words rolling off his tongue with perfected memorization. His designation was beat to memory, coming completely and entirely natural to him. In the whole interaction, that was one thing he was sure of.

He heard his master swallow, thick with saliva that danced down his throat. “Guard dog?”

“Yes, sir.” He responded, without falter, and utilizing his deep, low chords.

“Me too.”

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[whumpy-writings]

So I was at kroger today, getting groceries, just vibing, when a recording came over the loudspeaker that said something like "Attention all employees, attention all employees. It's time for your top of the hour conditioning" and I was like???? Whump? In the wild?

Imagine the possibilities of whumpee being conditioned at the start of every hour....

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

白暮のクロニクル - Hakubo No Chronicle - Whump List - 🇯🇵

Whumpee: Yukimura Kai played by Kamiyama Tomohiro

Synopsis: Fushiki, a newbie employee from the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare who is assigned to the department to work alongside Yukimura Kai, an 88-year-old vampire detective who still looks incredibly young due to his immortality. Together, they will investigate a series of murders by the “Ram Killer” that have been occurring every Christmas in the year of the Ram over a period of 70 years. (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Vampire, Cop/Crime, Supernatural, Superpower, Stabbed, Captive/Hostage, Collapsed, On The Run/Field Medicine, Beaten, Constant Whump, Little to No Romance

Watch On: DramaCool, KissAsian

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

1.01 : throat slashed, collapsed, stabbed, concern for him ::: knife still in his torso (semi comical?) ::: someone exposed him to the sun, concern for him, shaking, burnt face (healing quickly) ::: manhandled, thrown to the ground, in pain

1.02 : in an interrogation room, exposed to the sun, curling in on himself, shaking in pain ::: pushed down onto a desk, struggling ::: stabbed (into a vest so no consequences) ::: cutting his arm, bleeding, slapped

1.03 : none

1.04 : protecting someone, hit with a baseball bat multiple times, fell to the ground, hit in the face with the baseball bat, writhing, concern for him ::: face bandaged ::: ripping off his bandage, concern for him

1.05 : (flashbacks: arm amputated, barely conscious, shaky breathing, drinking blood, collapsed ::: asleep, bandaged, looked after, trying to sit up, startled, in shock ::: jumped out of a moving truck, on the run, stumbling, collapsed, concern for him, looked after, hunted, scared, hiding ::: hunted, on the run, stumbling, exhausted, stumbling, hit ::: growing weaker, concern for him, bloodthirsty, weak, cornered, collapsed, concern for him ::: woke up restrained on a table (strapped to it), struggling, scar reveal, manhandled, in shock, cut with a scalpel, screaming ::: asleep, woke up, scared, scar reveal, in shock), telling someone about everything that happened to him, (flashbacks: pushing a loved one away, concern for him, emotional ::: in shock, shaking, throwing up) emotional, concern for him

1.06 : heavy breathing, sweating, concern for him ::: hallucinating, stressed, concern for him, looked after ::: fought, hit in the head, collapsed, kicked ::: hit by a truck, thrown, eye roll, passed out

1.07 : woke up in the hospital, bandaged, arm and neck braced, heavy breathing, struggling to sit up, angry, concern for him ::: arm in a sling, face still bandaged, took the sling off, collapsed, concern for him, helped to walk ::: helped to walk, stumbling ::: weak, needing support to walk, stumbling, growing weaker, fell to his knees, concern for him, hallucinating, concern for him ::: taking his bandages off, emotional outburst

1.08 : shot at

1.09 : fought, concern for him, emotional, traumatic flashbacks (rlly just images)

1.10 : concerned for someone ::: panicked, desperate ::: jumped out of a truck, hit by a car, collapsed

1.11 : helped to walk, caring for someone over himself, weak, black eye ::: limping ::: visibly unwell, face red, limping, heavy breathing, concern for him, stumbling, growing weaker, dizzy, heavily lidded eyes, collapsed, heavy breathing, growing weaker, starting to pass out, helped to stand, helped to walk, struggling to walk, half collapsed ::: in shock ::: arm cut off, knocked unconscious, collapsed ::: dragged while unconscious in front of a loved one, concern for him ::: woke up, weak, concern for him, concerned for someone, helped to stand, weak, stumbling, collapsed, concern for him, fought, slashed in the stomach, fought, hit across the head with a pipe, bleeding, beaten, weak, trying to protect someone, stabbed in the leg, slashed with a scalpel, collapsed, concern for him, emotional ::: exhausted

1.12 : not feeling well, eyes rolling back into his head, slowly losing consciousness, collapsed, concern for him ::: woke up in the hospital, concern for him ::: in physical rehab, struggling to walk, collapsed, concern for him, helped to get into a chair, weak, upset, crying ::: limping ::: emotional, angry, crying, collapsed, concern for him, helped to walk ::: semi carried, collapsed, weak, emotional, passed out

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[whumper-whimsy]

@augusnippets day 23

massage/wiping away tears/gentle touch

Conditioned Whumpee, BBU-adjacent, pet whump, nudity, drug mention

Written tired, not proofread

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Caretaker walked into the back of the facility slowly, eyes scanning the kennels lining the walls. He shivered, put off by the conditions these people were kept in.

Humans were in each kennel, stripped naked save for a collar. They ranged in age and appearance, each of the "pets" having a sheet with all their information.

God, Caretaker hated this place. He knew it was all legal, and it was slowly becoming normalized, but the idea of human pets was disturbing.

One of the employees walked over cheerfully, holding her clipboard. "Hello, there, are you interested in adopting today?"

"Yes," Caretaker replied, voice even and level.

"Well, that's just amazing! What are you looking for today? We have a wide selection of gorgeous girls and boys ready for a new home!"

Caretaker cleared his throat uncomfortably, glancing around. "Who's been here the longest?"

"Oh, Whumpee," the lady responded, starting off towards a kennel on the left wall. "Well, we brought this guy in a long time ago. He was living on the streets, addicted to dugs, poor thing." She flipped through papers on her clipboard, tapping one with a pen. "Even after extensive training, he really struggles with social interactions. That's why he's been here so long."

Caretaker looked into the cage, watching the human huddled in the corner, shaking. "I'll take him."

"We recommend a visit—"

"No need, give me the papers."

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Caretaker got Whumpee home, watching as the frail boy huddled on the floor. Caretaker reached down. "Hey, bud... you okay down t—"

Whumpee flinched hard, his breathing quick and panicked.

"Oh, hey, hey. It's okay." Caretaker soothed, holding his hand out.

He delicately stroked whumpee's cheek, paying attention as the boy leaned into his touch. "Its okay, baby. You're safe now, I've got you."

[justwhumptypethings]

tw: heavy objectification, conditioning, torture, mention of limb death

art piece whumpee.

strung up and injured and hurt to look pretty and literally exist as an art piece in a gallery.

their arms are folded, intertwined with their legs so that their bony arm is twisted around their left leg, the other under the right, the right leg splayed out and upwards farther. their knuckles go red and their body suffers long term damage for being kept in a stress position like that for so long.

they lost feeling a long time ago. When they eat, they get spoonfed by one of the employees at the gallery. People gather around to watch and it becomes part of the art because the employee has to wear something that evokes whatever morbid image they think it’s displaying.

they get let out twice a day- before and after opening and closing- to use the bathroom, and otherwise they’re constantly strung up. their body is in a constant stress position, and both of their shoulders have been dislocated to achieve it for a long, long time. their vocal cords were also cut. whumper would have just cut their tongue, except they thought that had value to add to the piece, in whumpee licking their scabbed chapped lips, or getting their jaw pulled open. they decided to cut their vocal cords instead.

before they got strung up, they had to be turned into an art piece. Whumper scarred them to all hell, not trying to hurt them, but trying to evoke a certain image. their clothes aren’t normal clothes, obviously, they’re the type of thing you’d imagine on a statue. That type of revealing, robe-ish thing.

there’s a little plaque that sits on a stand next to them, with whumper’s name and credits to them, and the name of their website if any viewers want to buy one of their own to keep, and the title of the piece. not their given name, not the name their mother gave them- the title of the piece.

they’ve stopped being able to feel things a long time ago. They almost dislike when they’re let down, because it gives their body just enough time to recoordinate to normal gravity and walking before getting strung back up. they have to start the process of the initial blood rush, followed by the asleep feeling, followed by pain and then numbness. they haven’t been able to feel their feet or their fingers since training. if they do get rescued, they won’t be able to use either- their toes and fingers both look purple, almost black, from the blood- almost like bad hypothermia. it adds to the look. they think their fingers and toes might be dead.

whumper was looking for the type of look you see sometimes in old rennesiance oil paintings, but more tangible. whumpee’s body wasn’t the only thing they worked on- they looked through different types of bonds- ropes, chains, before finally landing on strings. whumpee is a proper art piece to whumper- they spent hours styling and changing whumpee’s clothes, if you could call it that. Whumper spent days sketching and thinking about ways to string up whumpee- which arm and leg should go where to achieve the most pain and blood flow block up, making their knuckles and every one of their bony joints red and swollen.

alternatively, art piece whumpee who’s heavily conditioned. they’re an art piece. that’s all they are. there’s nothing wrong with the way the viewers look at them or touch them or the mocking way they talk to them. they want to be a good art piece. that’s all they are.

human speech sounds garbled in their mind. somehow, whumper’s training managed to make whumpee unlearn language, all human language coming out strange and gibberish to them. they can’t communicate, can’t understand.

the strings are light and clear, and they give enough for whumpee to be able to move and change their position slightly, but they can’t get out. the strings are wrapped too tight around them, further affecting their circulation and biting into their flesh, leaving permeanant scars. the strings don’t give, despite how thin they are, they’re sturdy.

if whumpee does manage to get out of them, somehow, they’ll be decommissioned. A new living art piece will be up a couple months from now. they’ll hand in a heap on the floor, much too dizzy to get away from the security guards.

they’ve long stopped trying to fight it. They’re a touchable exhibit, and so people are allowed to pinch their cheeks and laugh when their eyes widen or touch them however they want as long as they don’t break their strings. People poke them in the sides and laugh when they flinch, looking over at them with terror.

they’re surrounded by objects- paintings and cloth and clay. Beautiful objects, human expression, but objects nonetheless. they’re left there after lights out, just like all the other art pieces, sitting in the dark for 15 hours surrounded by objects just like them until the next employee comes in to open at seven.

they’re the pride and joy of their exhibit.

[mj-iza-writer]

The last thing Whumpee remembered was a bright light coming at them from seemingly nowhere. It felt like a bus when it hit them.

Whumpee squinted their eyes open. They felt drowsy from whatever was thrown at them.

'Whoever's magic that was needs to tone it down', Whumpee thought to themself, 'they must not of had proper training.'

Whumpee already felt that they were tied down with rope and black shrink wrap. A gag had been forced into their mouth, and a tube was connected to it. The tube ran partially down their throat so they could breath and eat. Without it, they would suffocate, but for the inexperienced, the gagging could be worse than suffocating.

Whumpee carefully wiggled, any panicking would make them gag. This wasn't their first time in this situation, they knew this, they were to experienced to make a mistake like panicking.

'Slave trade', Whumpee told themself after receiving a hit to their stomach, 'I'm in the blood market for the vampires.'

'This is terrifying... what if I go to someone else', Whumpee whimpered, 'at least Master makes sure we are properly cared for. Even if it's to cultivate our blood for himself.'

Humans on the purchasing block were wrapped up tightly in black shrink wrap so they couldn't see. A picture was posted of them when they first came in, and their blood was tested by several vampires in the trade so a correct description was posted for interested owners.

Whumpee had a very specific flavor in their blood. Their Master enjoyed it immensely, so Whumpee questioned how they ended up here.

'Master kills the humans he no longer wants. He doesn't resell', Whumpee thought to themself, 'they must have been watching me. Master won't be happy when they find out that I'm missing.'

Whumpee could feel hands caressing their body.

'I always hated this part', Whumpee groaned.

"Whumpee is that you?", someone whispered near Whumpee's head.

Whumpee quickly nodded.... somehow that voice seemed familiar enough. They gagged slightly from the tube.

"I thought so", the voice whispered again, "hold on, I was trying to find Tatum's branding on you, and I couldn't remember where they place it. Don't worry I'll get you out of this situation."

Whumpee felt relieved.

"Their picture of you was questionable, and I know Tatum wouldn't give you up so easily", the voice whispered, "with how much they praise your blood."

'I'd be dead if master wanted me gone', Whumpee sighed to themself.

"Excuse me", Whumpee's rescuer called over an employee, "I would like to put a hold on this one.... a friend of mine has been looking for blood like this slave's, I need to call for them."

"Yes of course", the employee nodded.

Whumpee felt arms cradle them from underneath. They were lifted and carried to a private room.

"If I may remain with them until my friend arrives. So I can make sure nothing happens to them", Whumpee heard the friend talking.

"Of course you can stay in this room... just do not remove the wrapping. In case your friend doesn't want them we won't have to rewrap them. It's harder when they're awake", Whumpee heard the person leave.

"I'm pretty sure your master wants you back. I just texted them, and they are not happy", Whumpee heard the person sigh, "I'm not leaving you like this... that tube has to be uncomfortable."

Whumpee nodded, then gagged again.

"Okay hold still."

Whumpee felt the person start cutting the wrapping away.

They were finally able to see who it was.

"Master Collin", Whumpee whispered after the gag and tube were removed.

"Yes dear", they smiled, "don't make too much noise, I don't want them coming back."

Whumpee remained in a laying down position.

"I don't know what happened", Whumpee whispered hoarsely, "I was outside to get some sunlight at Master's requests..... a bright ball of light hit me. When I woke up I was here. They used a lot of magic, I'm still drowsy."

Master Collin nodded, "these traders have been kidnapping different humans from their masters and reselling them again", they sighed, "I'm sorry I don't have any water for you. I know that tube dries you out."

"It's okay", Whumpee whispered.

"Tatum should be here shortly... I know they've been hunting you down since last night", Master Collin frowned.

Outside of the room rumors amongst the employees spread across the sale floor. A mysterious person was walking up and down every aisle.

Mysterious meant rich for most slave traders.

Master Tatum's frown deepened as he passed every human that was not Whumpee.

"I hate these places so much", Tatum complained, "this is inhumane even for lowly creatures like humans."

Tatum pulled out their phone, "I'm getting irritated. Where is my property?", they texted Collin.

"I had them brought to a private room for protection", Collin replied, "I'll open the door."

Collin opened the door and waved at Tatum.

Tatum rolled their eyes and started toward the room.

"Hello Master, can I interest you in....", a seller approached.

"No, I already know what I'm looking for... out of my way", Tatum gruffed.

"Yes I apologize", they quickly moved out of the way and watched Tatum storm off.

Tatum came into the room and saw Whumpee's state.

"They didn't waste any time preparing you for sale", Tatum frowned, "I am quite irritated seeing you like this."

"Please Master, I-I didn't do anything", Whumpee pleaded.

"I-I'm well aware", Tatum sighed, "I can smell the magic seeping off of you."

"Collin will you help me untie them?", Tatum stepped closer.

"I told you not to do that", the seller from earlier came in yelling.

Tatum turned quickly and snapped their fingers.

The seller flew back into the selling room, and Tatum stormed after them.

"You dare steal my property, then tell me what I can do with them", Tatum yelled.

Collin peaked out the door with a grin.

"What's happening?", Whumpee whispered.

"Tatum has reached their last straw. They'd burn this place down if it wasn't for the humans and innocent bystanders here", Collin chuckled.

Police had been called on Tatum's behavior, but it was quickly reversed on the slave traders.

The doors would be closed permanently on this company. All humans would be checked to ensure they were not stolen. All the others would be given to other sellers who followed more humane practices.

Whumpee was quickly returned to Tatum.

"Thankyou", Tatum looked at Collin, "I appreciate you finding them for me."

"Of course", Collin grinned, "I'm happy to help."

Tatum carried Whumpee home.

"Bed now, we will get that filthy place cleaned off of you after you've rested", Tatum frowned.

Whumpee looked down sadly.

"What?", Tatum tried to settle down. Whumpee wasn't at fault for this incident. They knew Whumpee didn't deserve their anger.

"Co-could I have something to eat.... a-and some comfort", Whumpee tried not to cry, "I tried to stay strong, but", Whumpee felt a tear sneak out, "I-I was scared."

"Yes you can have food.... you know I'm not the most comforting vampire right", Tatum glared.

"I know... b-but I'll take anything", Whumpee shook.

"Fine, let's get this over with", Tatum frowned, "let's get you some food first..... I'm guessing they never fed you then."

"No Master, Whumpee followed shyly, "unless they fed me through the tube while I was unconscious."

"I had thought you ran away when you didn't return when I called. I swore I would hunt you down. You knew the outcome for running from me. I wondered how brave you thought you were. When I came outside I smelt the magic spells used on you, and I realized you were taken", Tatum talked while they prepared a meal, "then I received Collin's message and I hurried to you", Tatum frowned, "I'm sorry", they forced out, "that should of never happened to you. I will take precautionary measures to make sure it doesn't happen again."

Whumpee smiled weakly as Tatum set a plate of food in front of them.

"Will you require a meal from me tonight as well Master?", Whumpee took a fork from Tatum, "thankyou for this food, Master."

"You're welcome... you may eat", Tatum sat at the table.

"As for a few days, I'll feed from the others. This way you have time to recover. Your blood won't taste good to me from the stress you were put through. I'll feed when I feel you're ready."

Whumpee choked.

"Slow down, you are over filling your mouth", Tatum warned.

"I'm sorry my throat is still sore from the tube", Whumpee looked at the plate, "plus this is delicious."

"Good", Tatum sighed, "let's get you cleaned up next.... then I will attempt to comfort you... I guess you deserve something for your trials."

Whumpee was taken into the bathroom, a different blood slave helped them bathe.

"Yeah, Master came into the kitchen and saw us eating, and they asked where you were. None of us knew, so they called for you", they talked with each other, "we were scared when you didn't return, then Master was ticked. Out of all of us you were the least likely to run from Master."

Whumpee nodded, "I would never dare such a thing, they would kill me. You wouldn't be truly free, constantly looking over your surroundings until the inevitable happened and Master came for you. With the bounty on my blood, they'd probably leave me in the dungeon and feed on me when they wanted."

"Probably", the other smiled, "in complete honesty, I don't even think Master is as bad as they could be. So what if they feed off of us, Master does it to survive, they have a right to survive as well. Master never hurts us unless we deserve it. We are well taken care of, and they don't over feed. There are five blood slaves all together."

"Plus they are a good cook", Whumpee laughed, "I know the care they put into us is to ensure our blood is of the best quality for them. I don't know many owners who put that much effort into their humans. Though we are fairly expendable for Master, it's still nice to be taken care of "

"I'm glad you both find me to be a good master", Tatum stood by the door and chuckled as the two jumped.

Whumpee and the other looked down shyly and tried to hide their embarrassment.

"No please continue saying good things about me. I've been listening for the last few minutes", Tatum came into the bathroom, "truly I am happy to know that at least two of you like me, and don't plan on running away. I at least know who I don't have to watch as strictly."

"You protect us Master", Whumpee looked up slowly, "why would we want to run?"

Tatum turned, "hurry and finish, unless you feel this was comforting enough. You are at least smiling now. Do you still require me to care for you?", Tatum frowned.

"You don't have to if you don't want to", Whumpee whispered, "but I would appreci...."

"Good", Tatum quickly left the bathroom and down the hall.

"I guess you aren't getting any hugs from Master tonight."

"I-I guess not", Whumpee sighed.

Whumpee tossed and turned half the night, nightmares and discomfort gnawed at them.

They sat up in bed and looked around.

"My throat hurts so bad, and these covers feel like I'm tied up again", Whumpee looked at their hands, "I wonder where Master is."

Whumpee got up and grabbed their teddy, then quietly left their shared bedroom.

After a few minutes, they found Tatum by the fire reading.

"Why are you awake?", Tatum didn't look up.

"Nightmares and discomfort Master", Whumpee stood in the doorway, "ma-may I have comfort now... please."

Tatum sighed, "it's not my specialty to be comforting that's why I have six..", Tatum caught themself. They had just killed one of the slaves for not obeying and breaking rules, "five of you to comfort each other."

"Please, even if it's your hand on my shoulder, it would help", Whumpee's voice cracked as they tried not to cry. They held their throat, "it still hurts Master."

"I've already asked for the doctor to come by and check on you. Collin reminded me of a few things they would have done to you. They will be by tomorrow", Tatum sighed, "well if you must, you must... come here then."

Whumpee quickly walked to the couch and sat beside Tatum.

Tatum awkwardly rested their hand on Whumpee's shoulder and then went back to reading.

"You are safe now", Tatum forced themself to say, "I assure you that will not happen again."

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee whispered.

"Ymhmm", Tatum hummed.

Whumpee started to grow tired sitting there.

They closed their eyes and absent-mindedly laid down; their head now on Tatum's leg.

"Whumpee I didn't agree to this", Tatum tried to lift Whumpee off, but Whumpee was out.

"Great now what?", Tatum sighed and looked at Whumpee awkwardly, "I'm only allowing this, so you'll sleep... do you hear me?"

They rested their hand on Whumpee's shoulder again and went back to reading.

Tatum's slaves required a full eight hours of sleep every night for their blood quality. Either Tatum had to wake Whumpee and mess with their already destroyed sleep schedule, or deal with Whumpee laying there until morning.

"At least no one else will see this", Tatum whispered.

Tatum saw movement at the doorway a while later.

"Now why are you up?", Tatum complained, "no humans should be awake in my household."

"I'm sorry Master, I saw Whumpee was away from their bed... I was going to check on them", the slave smiled when they saw Whumpee, "I see you got them."

"Yes I do, and if you say anything about this to anyone I will tear out your throat. Am I clear?", Tatum threatened.

"Yes of course Master... we wouldn't want anyone to think you have softened for something lowly like a human", the slave prodded.

"Go back to bed... now", Tatum ordered, "take your sarcasm with you."

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Living Weapon Whumpee part 2

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, memory loss, reluctant killing spree, mass murder, slit throats & lots of blood

HEED THE WARNINGS HERE! This one gets pretty intense with a lot of slitting of throats and innocent deaths. Please don't read if you're sensitive to that kind of thing.

"It's Weapon!!" The alarmed cry came before Whumpee's cloak had even fully slid off. He grimaced at hearing his war-given name. He hated it.

With a low, animalistic growl, he set upon the innocent townsfolk, pouncing on the closest living person he spotted and slitting their throat before moving to the next with lightning speed. Terrified screams shattered the air, replacing cheerful conversations.

Panicked humans scrambled like mice to get away, but Whumpee was fast, and efficient, and destructive. He was a whirlwind of pain and fury and lethal power, tearing into the innocent townspeople and killing them one by one.

He charged into small businesses, slashing open the throats of surprised patrons and employees before they could even react to his presence before swiftly moving on, leaving bodies gurgling on blood in his wake, a dozen dying breaths.

Whumpee didn't care, he told himself, despite his initial hesitation. Once his mission was over he could return to Leader's base and rest in his cage-like room on a less-than-comfortable bed and pretend none of this happened. It had gotten easier for him to dissociate with practice.

More haunting screams of panic and terror rattled in his skull as he barged into households next after everyone in open view was dead. He went from building to building, death made flesh, dragging victims out to add them to his kill count.

He took no pleasure in it. It was, simply put, his mission. Nothing personal.

Whumpee quickly combed through the village on his killing spree, blood spattering the dirt paths and coating his shoes and hands, dripping from his daggers. He jumped when there was movement off to his left, instinctively whirling to face the danger -- to see a woman with tear-streaked face come stumbling out of a house, walking right up to him.

"Please, have mercy!" The woman fell at his feet, sobbing violently, begging, as if it would spare her. She hadn't waited for Whumpee to find her on his own.

Whumpee crouched down in front of the woman and jammed one blade up to the hilt in her chest, straight through the heart. An instant, quick death. That was his mercy granted to her.

He was almost finished with his duty, the town increasingly quiet. The air was thick with the acrid scent of fear and blood as he crashed into the last few houses.

And finally, everything was quiet. So terribly quiet. Whumpee staggered out of the last house, a deep gash on his arm. The last family had put up a decent fight, managing to injure him in a few places. Nothing serious. And not enough to stop Whumpee from killing them.

Whumpee limped back to the center of the town where the most blood and death was, breathing hard and ragged. The wounds hurt worse than he had expected, throbbing and aching. The father of the family had managed to get the drop on him the instant he set foot in the household, wielding a kitchen knife at Whumpee and getting a few good slashes in before Whumpee killed him.

Whumpee looked around him at all the carnage, all the dead bodies, the people he'd killed, face stony -- and suddenly dropped to his knees, crying. And the worst part was, he didn't know why. He was a weapon. And weapons don't weep.

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[urlocalwhumper]

caretaker stumbling upon a big, scarred pet whumpee in a shelter. although intimidating at first sight, this whumpee was actually severely abused by their previous owner, and are extremely meek and frightened as a result.

an employee lets caretaker into whumpee's kennel so they can interact with them before they make their decision. after a few minutes of gently soothing whumpee and convincing them they aren't a threat, whumpee settles into caretaker's lap, giving a contented sigh as caretaker's fingers softly thread through their hair, and caretaker knows they just have to bring them home.

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 12

content warnings: discussions surrounding medically induced amnesia, royal/servant whump, angel whumpee, discussions surrounding corporal punishment (torturing onyx lol), let me know if I missed anything!

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The guard took me down three staircases and through too many hallways to remember before opening a metal door. “They’ll be waiting for you right in here. There aren’t guards in there, but those two are plenty capable and I will be waiting out here regardless, so no funny business.” I didn’t miss the click of the lock sliding into place as the door closed.

There was a table in the middle of the room. It had a white tablecloth on it, but it looked like it was metal and sterile under that.

Kieran was waiting at the table. Kieran and… someone else. The someone else would clearly rather I didn’t know. They were wearing a mask, blue and gray and big enough to cover every inch of their face. They had loose enough clothes to hide the curves of their body and their hair was pulled back into a bun that hid the texture and length of it—even the color outside of how dark it was.

“Hi, Onyx,” Kieran said softly. “How’s your arm?”

“Good, sir,” I whispered, bowing my head slightly. “Thank you for the concern. And, um, the medical help.”

“Of course. How about you come sit down, yeah? My friend here is going to stay anonymous, but you can call them Blue. We just wanted to ask you a few questions, if that’s okay?”

He was speaking so gently. As if I wouldn’t understand him if he was blunt with me. I wondered if I should tell him that I knew how to be a good servant, or if that was too irrelevant to the conversation. “Of course, sir.”

“What’s your full name?” Blue asked. They did not sound upset with me, but it was a far cry from Kieran’s soft tone.

“Onyx, Mx.”

“And… your last name?”

I glanced away, focusing my eyes on the tablecloth, tracing the gold embroidery with my eyes. “My apologies, Mx, but you would have to ask the royal family for that kind of information. I don’t know it anymore.”

“No? Why not?”

“I gave it to them, Mx, when I was seventeen. I don’t remember anything from before being a servant. It’s better this way. I'm more productive.”

Kieran and Blue stared at each other for a long moment before looking back at me. “They erased your memory?” Kieran asked slowly.

“Yes, but- but I agreed, sir. I offered to let them do it, because I wanted to become the best servant I could.”

“Okay, but your offer was before they actually did the procedure, right? So the only reason you know that you offered is because they told you.”

“Yes, sir,” I agreed. “I’m very grateful to them for telling me, since they don't usually tell me about before. As is their right, of course.”

“Jesus Christ,” Kieran whispered. “You’ve been with them this whole time, haven’t you? What did you do when they were overthrown?”

“... What?”

“When they were overthrown. Since they’re no longer royal. Did they just take you with them when they left the castle?”

This was similar to what Dr. Charlotte had said—she hasn’t ruled a country for the better part of the last decade—but it couldn’t be true. “The Rao family has ruled Sathenn for sixteen generations, sir. And I don’t- I don’t think I’d ever seen the castle before last night.”

“So you didn't work for them as an employee, or at least not after the memory thing.” Blue tilted their head. “How do you know that the Raos didn’t just grab you off the street and wipe your memory?”

I frowned. “His Highness Prince Ryan told me that I volunteered.”

“And you took his word for it. Right.” They wrote something down on their clipboard. “Did you try to leave?”

“Of course not, not on purpose,” I breathed, staring at them in shock. “I’m- I know how to be a good servant, I can be, I swear.”

“And you didn’t ever want to, or you were just too scared to? Do you understand the difference in the question I am asking?”

“I don’t… think I understand, Mx. I don’t leave because that’s what’s required of me as a servant, and I can be a good servant. It’s not about what I want or how scared I am, I just don't leave.”

“... Right.” I could not see their expression, but I didn’t think they looked convinced. “And what would happen if you did try to leave? Would you… get in trouble in some way?”

“Of course, Mx. But I know my place, I swear I do, I wouldn’t run.”

“Okay. But if you did.”

“I wouldn’t, Mx,” I insisted. “I swear. I can be good, I wouldn’t run.”

They paused for a moment, but nodded eventually. “Okay. Sure. You wouldn’t run. But do you get in trouble for other things, then? Other, smaller mistakes, maybe? Can you describe… I don’t know. Can you describe the most recent incident?”

The most recent one was… last night, despite the fact that last night felt much further away than it was. “Each morning, I bring breakfast to Her Majesty,” I explained. “Yesterday, I was late, Mx. I was punished for that.”

“What kind of punishment?”

“I usually wear a shock collar, Mx, and His Highness Prince Ryan shocked me three times. One for each minute I was late. A fair punishment.”

Blue had been scribbling on their paper, but froze as I spoke. “So you- when you say punishment, you mean corporal punishment.”

“Of course, Mx. Punishment is required for me to become the best servant I can be. How else am I supposed to learn to be better? I make much fewer mistakes than when I was new.”

Kieran was frowning at the wall, and I flinched when he turned his gaze toward me. “Tell Blue what you told me about your wing.”

“My wing wasn’t broken as a punishment, sir,” I explained again, not understanding the relevance. I hadn’t understood the relevance of any of these questions, but it didn’t matter, because the prince had said to do what I was told. “It was only to keep me from flying. But it’s- it’s okay, now, it barely hurts, it’s been years. His Highness Prince Cardan broke it before I gave the royal family my memories, so I don’t remember it happening.”

“That’s convenient,” Blue muttered. “Fine. Okay. Last couple questions, because I can’t stomach this for much longer. What do you know about what you were doing in the castle last night?”

I hesitated. “One of the guards said that we were breaking in.”

“Mhm. Were you aware of that before you came here?”

“... The royal family can’t break in anywhere, Mx. They’re entitled to any building they like.”

“Allow me to rephrase, Onyx. Were you or were you not aware, last night, that you came here as part of a group on a mission to kill people?”

“That’s not-” I hesitated. “They weren’t here for that. They were here for… for Kieran, they said. Anyone that they hurt was someone in the way of their rule—it’s not that they wanted to hurt people.”

“Didn’t they? I’ve seen the camera footage. You were an accessory to murder before you even got into the door. That didn’t make you hesitate at all? It didn’t surprise you enough to ask any of the Raos what you were doing here?”

Right. The guard with the purple hair. Outside, guarding the castle. Guarding Kieran. Dead, after someone had killed her, someone that had arrived in a car with me.

“No, Mx,” I said. “I didn’t- I didn’t ask. I’m not supposed to ask questions. It would be a waste of time. I’m just supposed to do what I’m told.”

Blue took a slow, measured breath. “Okay. I have good news and bad news for you, Onyx. The good news is that I think putting you on trial wouldn’t get us very far because you somehow managed not to realize that the Raos were killing people. Even after watching them kill people. The bad news is that you are ridiculously loyal to people that have been lying to you for longer than you remember existing. These people are dangerous to everything this country stands for. That makes you dangerous by proxy, regardless of your intentions or information, and we can’t exactly let you free either.”

You are ridiculously loyal to people that have been lying to you.

These people are dangerous.

“That doesn’t- it doesn’t matter if they lie,” I managed. “It doesn’t matter if they’re dangerous. It’s not the same for them, Mx. They tell me what they want me to know so that I can be the best servant possible. Sometimes that doesn’t include the full picture.”

“Why do you need to be such a good servant?” Blue asked. “Why does their comfort matter so much more than yours? They might have the best servant in the world, Onyx, but what is the point of serving them so much if they give you nothing in return?”

This was something I had asked too, once. It was years ago, when I was new and I had phrased it differently, but I remembered it. Why is my happiness less important than yours, Your Highness?

Prince Cardan had laughed and asked me how happy I thought he was. And he’d said that happiness- “Happiness serves no purpose, Mx. It doesn’t protect me or keep me safe or provide me with food. The royal family does that for me, if I do my best to be a good servant.”

“They’re not going to be the royal family ever again, you know. They’re-”

“When was the last time you ate something, Onyx?” Kieran interrupted.

Blue glared at him.

“... Last night, sir,” I answered quietly. “At dinner.”

“I think that the conversation Blue is trying to have with you would be better managed over a meal. How about we get you some breakfast?”

Blue was still glaring, and Kieran didn’t look happy. …But someone had asked me a question, and I was supposed to answer it. “Yes. sir.”

“Okay. Blue—paperwork. Try to start questioning Lucia if you have any extra time. Onyx—how do you feel about crepes?”

~

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[deathbywhump]

Recently found out about emotional whump. I'm a huge fan, omg. I have a few thoughts as well.

I think non-physical whump requires a looooot of tact. You need to be careful and specific to whump a whumpee emotionally. To really stab them (emotionally) where it hurts.

For example, taunting a captive whumpee who would die for their friends with a "No one's come for you. They never really liked you to begin with."

Or a whumpee and a whumper who have an intimate relationship, where there's absolutely no physical whump at all, but. The whumper will say something that really truly scares whumpee. Maybe a "You need me. You won't be able to live without me." Or, "I've never hurt you. I never will. As long as you're with me."

There's also the classic whump til' they cry. Words can sting. A lot! Or even just horrible actions that never justify the means, all in front of whumpee. Like a whumper who manipulates all of whumpee's friends into infighting. Or a whumper who has too much societal power (i.e. a high ranking employee or government official) that can really, really make whumpee suffer, without even lifting a finger.

Emotional whump is so interesting. New and exciting ways to torment whumpee. Many of which can fly under the radar, not even registering to be seen as whump. It's like playing a metaphorical game of hide and seek. How much whump can I put under the blanket? How much will be found?

Of course, the tears of a whumpee is a pretty good indicator.

[baughtio]

Whumpees who are caught up in violence just because they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time:

Maybe they were walking home from the supermarket, when suddenly they find themselves hovering in the air, bound up by some magical force or Lovecraftian snake. Maybe villain is using them as bait to get to hero.

Or perhaps they’re a new employee at a research centre when some “failed experiment” (that only the higher-ups knew about) escapes, and whumpee is bloodied up while trying to find an exit (kinda like Outlast: Whistleblower).

I like the idea of whumpee getting hurt just because they were there, not because they were special to some whumper. It leaves no room for bargaining with whumper. Whumpee can only (literally) roll with the punches from an overwhelming entity as their limp body (frantic mind) is dragged into the shadows…

[asianwhumpgalore]

Grid (그리드) | Kdrama | Whump List

Genre: Action, Thriller, Mystery, Sci-Fi

Synopsis: Earth has survived catastrophic solar winds under the protection of the Grid, its planetary defense shield. Kim Sae Ha, a Bureau employee, encounters a murderer. Jung Sae Byeok, a detective, is dispatched to arrest the murderer. While in pursuit of the fugitive, she witnesses an unbelievable phenomenon: the founder of the Grid - a ghost from the past - has reappeared after 24 years. But why is she abetting the fugitive?

Length: 10 eps

Whump meter: ▲◭△△△  Whumpy things: Emotional whumpee.

✨ Not much injury whump but quite some emotional whump. Drama was interesting but overall rather slow and confusing. ✨

⚠️Trigger Content: Burning, usual thriller cws ⚠️⚠️Some SPOILERS will be found, proceed with caution⚠️⚠️

Whumpee: Kim Sae Ha portrayed by Seo Kang Joon

Ep 1 | None

Ep 2 | [27:31] Kicked to the ground, barely dodges an object being broken over him, fought, shoved to the ground, rolls and hits the wall, groaning, panting, struggling to get up, leaning against the wall, tearing up.

Ep 3 | Watching a disturbing video, shaky breathing, tearing up, body tense, crying, can't watch any longer, rests head on hand.

Ep 4-5 | None.

Ep 6 | Distressed, tearing up, crying.

Ep 7 | [06:58] Cuts himself in the lower arm, bleeding, breathing heavily, held at gunpoint, device implanted into his arm (off screen), sweating | Tearing up, crying | Shoved onto a desk, falls to the ground scratched in the cheek with a pencil.

Ep 8 | Crying | Cuts himself in the lower arm again, bleeding a lot, digs into wound with tweezers until he pulls out the device. Saved from an explosion, bloody hand.

Ep 9 | [38:40] Choked, falls to the ground still being choked, fights off attacker, panting, coughing, restrained by either arm.

Ep 10 | [09:33] Shoved against a wall, impaled in the abdomen with a rusty rod, slides down wall onto the ground, clutching wound, bleeding, struggling to fight off attacker, weak, bleeding more, 'saved', collapses on his side on the ground, crying, dies. | (time altered to before he died) Concern for him, bruise reveal from previous strangulations, hit in the back of the head with a tool (not shown), bleeding onto the ground, injury reveal, bleeding from the back of his head, blood on his neck, dizzy, falls to his knees, collapses into friend's arms, weak, bleeding a lot, crying, dies.

[casekek]

sorry but @sorrowful-hyacinth said something about office whump and ohhh my goodness my brain started microwaving itself

office whump!!!!! with a heavy emphasis on the psychological aspects i guess

• whumpee falling asleep at their desk; being woken up with a slap to the back of the head, or getting hot cheap office coffee poured down their collar

• whumpee being forced to work late and hallucinating other employees, voices, the copier turning on and off throughout the night

• the office bully breathing over whumpee’s shoulder to criticize everything they’re doing, or smother them in backhanded compliments, or talk their ear off about themselves to distract whumpee from getting any work done

• overstimulated whumpee; the hum-buzz of overhead fluorescents, constant office chatter, and the constant ringing of phones driving them slowly crazy so theyre prepared to snap on a hairpin trigger. Somebody drops a paper clip and whumpee starts having a nervous breakdown

• medicated whumpee having to take prescriptions on company time, making them drowsy or nauseous but they have to continue working anyway

• maladaptive daydreaming - whumpee coming to very abruptly to find boss as been yelling at them for the last 15 minutes about how they don’t ever listen 😭

• whumpee getting prank called by coworkers, but they’re not funny pranks - feigned calls from corporate make whumpee believe they’re in really big trouble for something, fearing more than just their job is at risk

• company meetings where office bully makes a special example of whumpee’s work… personality… physical appearance… breaking them down slowly. Whumpee being too scared to go to HR about this (or knows it will be pointless)

• workplace ‘injuries’: whumpee accidentally stapling their own fingers; getting papercuts on their tongue from sealing envelopes/papercuts just in general; carpal tunnel from typing; backache and neck ache from that stupid desk chair; headaches and dry eyes from staring at a screen all day; irritated lungs from breathing in shredded paper; stiffness and soreness from the sedentary nature of the job… and so on

• whumpee dreading every time the phone rings, their stomach knotting itself into a pit everytime it goes off. Are they gonna be yelled at? is it a prank again? did the phone really ring at all, or are the voices trying to communicate with them again?

• the dehumanization of employees is always fun! calling them by their cubicle number, forgetting about their breaks and lunch breaks, not allowing conversation or hanging out in the company building, so employees have to crush themselves into supply closets or whatever

• whumpee not being allowed to leave.