#escaped whumpee

[egg-writes-whump]

A whumpee who (presumably after escaping whumper or just being missing for an extended period of time) gets home, greets everyone like they weren't ever gone, ignores their questions and just immediately goes to bed

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpees slugging down the road, shirt torn and bloody. They drag a chain from their right leg, they moved staggering and dazed.

A vehicle pulls up, stopping to see if this stranger in the middle of nowhere needs help. They don't notice the chain or blood at first.

They try to approach, but whumpee backs away. They don't know if these people are a part of the group who experimented on them, or good samaritans.

They did come from the direction whumpee escaped from, after all...

[chaotic-orphan]

Heyy a writing request! How about a whumpee that wakes up on the side of a road and someone finds them (that someone can be whumper or just a stranger your choice :D)

Whumpee was shivering violently when they woke up. Had Whumper taken their blankets again? The rock of a mattress they lay on seemed more firm and cold than before and Whumpee moaned, reaching for the covers just in case they were kicked off the bed somewhere.

Whumpee’s hand wound through something wet and stringy and their eyes flew open.

They weren’t in the room.

They weren’t in their cell that they had called home for who knows how long? Whumpee shot awake, eyes wild and frantic. The darkness surrounded them and took a while for their eyes to adjust as they scrambled back on grass.

The memory came flooding back then and Whumpee stilled. They… they had escaped Whumper, they made a break for it and they ran and ran and ran, and ran some more and… they must have lay down to rest for a while or passed out or something. But they ran! They hoped they were far enough away now to be safe. They didn’t even remember the direction they were running from, they just kept running.

Whumpee wrapped their arms around themselves and shakily got to their feet. Their teeth were chattering uncontrollably, the sound grating a headache that was scraping itself around the edge’s of Whumpee’s skull.

They were still out.

They had broken out of Whumper’s home.

They had escaped Whumper…

That thought warmed their chest and Whumpee… for the first time in a long time, Whumpee smiled to themselves and laughed like a madman into the night air.

Okay, first things first, find a road and then follow it to civilisation. Whumpee could do that. They could do that. They could wave down a car with the sound of their chattering teeth it was so fucking loud.

They laughed to themselves again. Jesus, when was the last time they laughed?

They found the road pretty quickly, it was a miles walk away and then followed it along, walking hopefully in the direction away from Whumper. It was hard to tell in the dark where they were, but they were… they were outside. They were free.

Holy fuck… they were free.

They were freezing; the socks on their feet soaked through and their feet more like two frozen, cement blocks attached to their legs but they were moving and they were away from Whumper, and…

oh god, was Whumper…

They stopped dead in their tracks.

What if the next car that drove by them was Whumper, looking for them? What if Whumpee accidentally flags them down and Whumper opens the door and tells them to get in, god, no. They couldn’t go back.

They couldn’t go back.

Fuck, fuck, they couldn’t catch their breath, it eluded them and they thought it was better to go towards the light. Go into the light. Whumper wouldn’t be in—

A honk of a car horn and the sound of brakes squealing and Whumpee turned away, their hands over their head as a car swerved around them. Whumpee flinched, eyes wild as they turned and looked into the car, but there was nobody inside.

“What the FUCK were you doing?!” A harsh voice demanded furiously. Whumpee backed up as a man approached them, they shook their head, hands flying up in front of them to make the stranger stay back.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry, please!”

“You’re in the middle of the fucking road!” The man bellowed. “What do you mean you’re sorry, I could have hit you! I could have killed you, you fucking—”

The man stopped when Whumpee whimpered. The man’s quiet was worse than when he was giving out to Whumpee. “Hey… sorry, um, sorry for shouting, you scared me is all. I was…”

“I’m sorry sir…”

“No, hey, no. Listen, I— sorry. You uh—” Whumpee looked over at the man. “You have no fucking shoes on. What the fuck? It’s almost freezing and you’re playing Tarzan in the fucking woods? Get in the car.”

Whumpee froze. “What?”

“Get in my car. It’s freezing! You need to warm up or you’ll get pneumonia or something.”

“No, uh, thanks.” Whumpee said, hard to get words out their mouth was chattering so uncontrollably. “I’m— I’m—”

“Look, you’re not okay. We both know that. Don’t insult my intelligence by saying otherwise either. I’ll give you a lift into town, and maybe some socks. That’s all I’m offering. You’ll die before you reach the nearest town walking.”

Whumpee stared at Caretaker. Something like realisation flashed across Caretaker’s face, though it was hard to see in the dark, Whumpee could feel the shift.

“Oh. Right. I’m uh, like… I’m not a serial killer or anything.” He laughed then turned, his hand going to the back of his neck and rubbing at the skin. “Although that’s probably what a serial killer would say.”

Whumpee let out a breath of a laugh. “Most people would say I’m not a murderer, how many people you killed?”

Caretaker’s head snapped up. “No! No, I didn’t, I haven’t— ahahah, I’m not a murderer either, my hands are clean! Look.”

Whumpee felt their fear leave their body as they laughed again. God they felt so light when they laughed. It had been so long since he did so freely.

“Okay. I’ll take the lift.”

Caretaker smiled. A flash of teeth. “Great. Come on, I’m fucking freezing.”

Whumpee followed him to the car and climbed in the passenger side. He was right. The car was warm. When Caretaker climbed in and shut his door he blasted the heat on Whumpee’s face, body and feet. Whumpee melted into the warm leather like goo.

“Oh yeah. Heated seats are nice, huh?” Caretaker asked as he moved the gear stick and reversed before the car pulled off down the road again and they were driving.

“Really nice,” Whumpee hummed, watching the blackness of trees melt into one constant loop as they drove.

After a while Whumpee could feel a question buried beneath Caretaker’s tongue brewing. Maybe because he glanced at Whumpee every so often, catching Whumpee’s attention from the corner of their eye. Maybe it was because his fingers drummed a beat against the steering wheel.

Eventually, Caretaker plucked up the courage and asked: “Can I ask why you were out here on your own? With no shoes? And looking five minutes away from death?”

Whumpee swallowed, and it seemed like the warmth was sapped from their body. The thought of mentioning Whumper sent a shiver down their spine despite the heat, and they debated whether or not they should tell Caretaker.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Whumpee said, their voice quiet.

A pause. “Okay.”

A beat. “It’s just that it’s dangerous to be outside in this weather. And alone in the woods? You’d never know who you’d run into. There’s dangerous people out here,” Caretaker said.

I know, Whumpee thought, but didn’t say. Whumpee shrugged.

Caretaker shaked their head. “You’re lucky I found you,” Caretaker said with a little laugh. “I mean, I wouldn’t even be out here usually. I guess it’s fate that I happened upon you. I’m Caretaker by the way.”

“Whumpee,” Whumpee replied.

Caretaker smiled. “Nice to meet you Whumpee. Are you warm enough?”

“Yeah,” Whumpee said with a smile. They were warm now, and toasty.

“Thank god,” Caretaker said and turned down the heat. “Sorry, I run hot,” he said by way of apology.

Whumpee laughed. “You should have told me.”

“I had to thaw you out first. Don’t want you dying on me in the passenger seat.”

He kept glancing ag Whumpee from the corner of his eye. “Hey, you look— well, like shit, but exhausted. Just relax and try to get some rest. I’ll let you know when we’re in town and we can bring you to the police station or something, okay?”

Whumpee hummed their answer. They didn’t know if it was a yeah or no, because the mixture of the heat and the hum of the car lulled Whumpee into a heavy, deep sleep.

They woke when the car turned into a driveway, slowing down as it went, the bumps jostling Whumpee’s head and they opened their eyes, blinking awake.

“Ah, sorry for the road,” Caretaker said with a little laugh as they continued down a tree lined road. “I just have to stop off at a friend’s before we go to the town, if that’s okay? It’s uh… kinda the whole reason I’m out this way at all.”

“Yeah, no,” Whumpee said nodding and stretching as they sat up properly. “That’s fine.”

“Thanks, my friend isn’t exactly known for being patient.”

Whumpee laughed, thinking of friend. “We all have some friends like that. It’s all good.”

Caretaker laughed too, his shoulders relaxing a bit as they took the last turn into a drive. “Yeah. I guess we do.”

Only when the house came into view did Whumpee stiffen in their seat. They were… that was… fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Was Caretaker— were they? Oh god, Whumpee got in the car willingly, like an idiot.

Whumper is impatient. Whumpee knew that.

“You— you—” Whumpee stammered. Caretaker smiled over at Whumpee but his eyes immediately widened, suddenly concerned.

“Hey, Whumpee. It’s okay! It’s— this is just my friend’s house.”

“I— you… Whumper—”

“Whumper?” Caretaker asked, a furrow forming between his brows. “How do you know Whumper’s name?”

“I have to— you—” Whumpee stuttered, hands flailing as they reached for the handle of the door. The car was locked. Oh god. Oh fuck. “Please, please, don’t send me back there. I’ll be good. I promise! I promise!”

Whumpee yanked on the handle over and over. “Please!” They wailed, tears streaming down their cheeks. “Please, fuck… I only— I just—”

The car stopped suddenly. Caretaker’s foot slammed on the brake and the two of them lurched forwards. Whumpee gasped as they were flung back against the seat.

Caretaker turned their body to face Whumpee. “Whumpee! Look at me! Look at me, now!”

Whumpee flinched at the harsh tone but obeyed. Caretaker’s eyes were still wide with concern but now something else lingered behind that concern, something horrified and confused.

“Are you… are you saying you look like death because of Whumper?”

Whumpee shook in the heated seat beside Caretaker. If they said yes, what would Caretaker do? Bring them back, drag them by the hair? What if Whumper wasn’t bothered to go out and look for them so he called his friend to pick Whumpee up on the way?

A knock on the window and the pair jumped. Caretaker turned, swallowed and rolled the window down a fraction.

“Hey,” a smiling voice greeted them. Whumpee froze in their seat. That was… Whumper, oh god. He was here. It was only a matter of time before he saw and when he did— “I saw the lights but then you stopped up here, just came to make sure you didn’t have a puncture or anything.”

“No,” Caretaker said quickly. “Sorry, thought I saw a deer. You never know out here.”

Whumper laughed. Whumpee swallowed a whimper. “Yeah. You’re right. Okay then, see you back at the house. It’s freezing out. I’ll leave the door open, just let yourself in.”

Caretaker didn’t hesitate. He kept up his friendly demeanour as he spoke to Whumper like they were old friends, which they were, Whumpee had to remind themselves.

“Yeah, of course. Go. It’s supposed to go below zero today, so get inside. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Cool,” Whumper said and tapped the car twice before his footsteps disappeared into the darkness. Caretaker didn’t roll up the window until he was sure Whumper was gone.

The pair of them sat like icicles, too afraid to move and break the weighted silence around them. Eventually, Caretaker snapped out of it and rolled the window up. Then he straightened.

“Did Whumper hurt you?”

Whumpee was silent.

“You can tell me, Whumpee. If he hurt you we are backing out of this driveway right now and I am calling the police.”

Whumpee sniffled. Caretaker audibly swallowed. “Okay,” he said with a breath that reflected in the car. “Okay.”

Caretaker nodded. Then he grabbed the gear stick and put the car into reverse. Whumpee’s cried got louder and more strangled as the house disappeared from view again, and the realisation settled heavy in their chest.

They were actually escaping.

They did it.

They escaped from Whumper, and now Caretaker, Whumper’s friend, was about to call the police to help Whumpee. Ready to throw their years of friendship away for Whumpee.

“Thank you,” Whumpee weeped. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” they blubbered. With every expression of gratitude they felt the weight of relief crush them further and further into the seat.

“It’s okay,” Caretaker said. “You’re okay. You’re safe now, Whumpee. Whumper won’t hurt you again.”

Whumpee continued to cry as they pulled out onto the main road, until the heat blasted again, and Caretaker told them to go to sleep. Whumpee obeyed, for the first time in a long time, they went to sleep with a smile on their face, warm and safe.

[whumpwordsoftheday]

“I can’t believe whumper would ever do this to anyone. They seemed so normal”

“Yeah, that was just a front. I remember they would spend hours beating me up and telling me about all the things their coworkers did that made them mad. Sorry, what was your name again?”

“Oh, it’s Tracy”

“You’re that jerk who stole everyone’s good pens!”

[w4nd3r3r123456]

CRAPPY RANT

A Whumpee who managed to expose Whumper to the Law, only to be told during the court trial that the max sentence for kidnapping is 10 years, 5-20 years for assault and abuse, but our rich Whumper gets himself a HELLA good lawyer who's ontop of everything while half the time Whumpee can't even remember what Whumpeer did to them. So, Whumper ends up with let's say.... 15 years, which isn't nearly enough for all the atrocious crimes they've commited and Whumpee will most likely still be alive in 15 years, meaning they'll be the first thign Whumper comes for when they get free.

Caretaker comforting Whumpee and telling them to enjoy the time they have and worry about the rest later.

Slowly getting comfortable with their re-established life.

Saying good night to caretaker as they enter their room only for a pair of hands to shoot out at them, one hand coverign their mouth while the other grips their throat. Whumper towering over Whumpee, grinning as they go weak in the legs. Whumper dragging Whumee to the car while threatening to kill caretaker.

Two other people waiting in the car, the one in the backseat holding whumpee does as Whumper shoves them in before driving off. "Made a deal with the guards" Whumper grins at Whumpee through the rearview mirror. "they let me out, i introduce them to our little society of pets, starting with you of course."

Whumpee thrashing under the grasp of the large person holdign them down, the smaller guard in the passenger seat next to whumper constantly turning to glance at Whumpee before commenting on how feeble they are and asking how they even managed to get away from Whumper the first time.

[a-class-attempter]

Caretaker kneeled at Whumper’s feet, chains on every limb and around their neck securing them in place.

“Do you have any idea of what you just did,” Whumper snarled.

Caretaker laughed “Yes, yes I do. Fuck you, Whumper, fuck you.”

The chains around Caretaker started to heat up, glowing red hot and Caretaker screamed. “You helped Whumpee get away. My most promising project yet. Gone.”

Caretaker’s laugh and scream mixed to create a mangled sound of tortured joy. “And now you can’t torment them anymore! Fuck you fuck you!”

Whumper kneeled down, eyes level with Caretaker’s. “If I can’t have Whumpee anymore,” the chains tightened and burned even hotter, “then I guess you’ll have to make up for it.”

[whumppromptoftheday]

"did you ever think about going back for me?" whumpee asks.

caretaker sighs, dabbing a damp cloth on whumpee's wound. "Not really, I knew you'd make it out and find your way back to me."

whumpee doesn't respond. all they can think about are the weeks (months, years?) they spent with whumper torturing them

[generic-whumperz]

Oh buddy just you wait

*cue the night terrors

[whumpyboo]

Escaped whumpee who will not go to their team or even tell them where they are because whumper convinced them the team sold them out <3

[goforro]

we’ve all heard of kidnapper whumpers that hide their face, right?

I raise you: kidnapper whumpers who don’t.

- whumpee who knows whumper isn’t planning to let them go once they see whumper’s face, so they close their eyes through all of it

- intimate whumper who forces whumpee to make eye contact, and whispers a very thinly veiled threat.

- “you’re never getting out of here, my love.”

- rescued/escaped whumpee who can’t pick whumper out of a lineup, and has to go off of voice alone

- whumpers who don’t make whumpee stare at the ground. quite the opposite, actually. whumpee is severely punished for even breaking eye contact with whumper, let alone looking away

- whumpers who are incredibly cocky and proudly show whumpee their face, believing whumpee’s never going to escape

- whumpers who are going to kill whumpee anyways and feel no need to hide their face.

- ^ said whumpees escaping and getting whumper arrested

- ^ said whumpees not escaping. whumper comforting caretaker after the death of their friend knowing they were the one who did it

[screams-n-shackles]

Encountering Truths - Hero / Villain Whump

After a long and exhausting day leader finally arrived home. It was already in the middle of the night and the light from the defective streetlamp was less than enough to lit the porch. But when leader climbed the steps to their front door they found the doormat slightly moved from it's original place. Not enough to raise the suspicion of others, but Leader instantly knew that something was up.

That someone got their hands on leaders key.

They already changed to their casual clothes so their gun was safely locked away. They resulted to their second best option and retrieved their emergency knife from their boot. This would have to make do.

Taking out their keys they slowly opened the door, ears trained to pick up any weird noise from inside the dark hallway.

A few Seconds passed in which leader waited for an attack only for nothing to come their way.

They opened the door completely and stepped into the darkness. Only the awful light from outside casting weird and flickering shadows, while they moved a few steps into their apartment.

Still no further noises except for the wind from outside and their own footsteps.

Leader decided to atleast close the door for the time being, so they gave it a light kick before they followed the floor to the living room.

Then, right before they set foot into the room they heard it.

Soft breathing. Barely audible and apparently a little bit strained. And it came from the couch.

Knife ready to slash into the flesh of the unwelcome intruder Leader slowly approached the couch, to encounter a figure draped over it.

Deep asleep. Or atleast good at faking it.

Due to the now nearly none existent light source they couldn't tell who or what decided to invade their very own home and save haven.

But that was an easy fix.

Knife prepared to hold off the unknown person, their other hand extended to the table next to the couch. Switching on a small lamp the living room was doused in a yellow shine.

And finally leader came to see their guest. More or less.

As they stared right into the cracked porcelain mask of Villain. Red stains were smeared all over, and before Leader decided to end it once and for all, their eyes slipped to the torso of villain.

Which was covered in bandages died red from the bleeding. Blood that was probably also soaking the couch right now.

"Allright. What the hell, Villain?", was the first mumbled wonder leaving leaders lips as they rounded the couch to inspect their newfound injured.

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee couldn't wait around for someone to rescue them. They break out on their own, wounded and exhausted. They struggle home with whumper's own coat around their shoulders.

They slam the doors open to the base, caretaker was the first to see them.

"Wh-whumpee! We've been looking everywhere, are you hurt? Are you okay-" Caretaker stops when they see a trail of blood wherever whumpee walks. "How much blood have you lost?" They ask, grabbing a chair for them.

Whumpee turns around and seemingly just notices.

"I guess however much is between here and there."

[whumpwordsoftheday]

“You really thought you could heal huh? That all of this, everything I did to you could just be a distant memory. That’s not how it works sweetie. This is who you are now.”

[puffin-smoke]

My little sister barged into my room, started picking up my stuff, so in an effort to stop her I made her name various escaped audios characters. Thus this post was born.

My Younger Sister Naming Escaped Audios Characters!!! Ft; her judging them

New Jersey Rats:

Jean - Everything Goes Wrong Mark

Badabing - Sean (Said he was a lizard man. Refused to elaborate)

Badaboom - Personified Raphael from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Stacy - Nicola (immediately asked if she likes girls)

My Greasefire Life:

Ashley - Calvin Mcroy (hopes he dies. Hates his smile)

Lena - Granola

Thaddeus - Budget Thranduil (said he looked like a LotR elf but their hair was chopped off.)

Blue Infinity:

Fletcher - Yassified Obi Wan Kenobi

Blind Simon - Henry (dislikes him immensely)

Lily - Emmeline

Claw - Lin Manuel Miranda

Others:

Crow - Kratos in his Twenties (wants him to put on his shirt)

Escaped (Save the World) - Booktok Man

[suspensefulpen]

A Deal

TW: Restrains, Choking, Death Threats, Whumpee turned Whumper, Whumper turned Whumpee

Whumpee paced the room, doing everything they could to keep their hands to themself. But they were itching to do something. Itching to hurt the chained up Whumper several feet away. The urge only seemed to grow stronger the longer Whumper stared at them.

Before they could stop themself, Whumpee launched themself at Whumper, wrapping their hand around his neck. “It only takes sixty seconds. Remember when you said that to me?” Whumpee growled as their captor struggled to breathe and break free of his restraints. “I can use those same sixty seconds for you. To end your life.”

“Whumpee! Stop!” Caretaker rushed over and pulled Whumpee away. “Enough! I know you want to hurt him the same way he hurt you but right now is not the time, okay?”

“Right now is the perfect time! No one’s around! No one would hear him scream! We’re in the middle of nowhere! They wouldn’t even find his body!”

Both Caretaker and Whumper were taken aback by those words. Whumper more so than Caretaker. Whumpee really just said that in front of a cop. They were that desparate for revenge that they didn’t care who was around.

Caretaker looked over at Whumper. She had no clue what this whole situation was but based on the pure emotion in Whumpee’s voice, there was a long history between the two.

Whumpee lunged at Whumper again but was quickly stopped by Caretaker who dragged them out of the room. Whumper only watched in silence. He could hear Whumpee crying, even as the door was shut behind the two. He heard Caretaker attempting to comfort them before she came back into the room, shutting the door once again. She kneeled down next to him, being sure to keep a little distance.

“You gonna choke me next, Detective?”

“No. I’m gonna ask you what’s going on.”

“Well from what you know an innocent civilian just got threatened.”

“While that is a possibility, I also know raw emotions when I see them.” Caretaker said. “So whatever this is, whatever is going on, you did something to hurt them. I don’t know what it is, I don’t know how you did it. All I know is that if Whumpee’s faking that, they’re a damn good actor. So tell me what’s going on.”

“You saw what was going on. An innocent civilian’s life was just threatened.”

“That’s not the full story. And you know that.”

“That is the full story.” Whumper nodded.

Caretaker leaned forward, a frown appearing on her face. “You know the full story and you’re gonna tell us what it is once I get you to the precinct. I don’t know who you two are to each other but once you get in that room, I want you to tell us everything.”

“Why wait? Let’s get this over with and do it now.”

“Because I can’t force you to say anything. That’s your right.”

“Come on Caretaker, we both know you’re not as sweet as you look. You don’t follow all the rules, do you?”

She was taken aback as she paused to process what Whumper said. She cleared her throat and frowned, turning her gaze elsewhere. “Why is that any of your concern?”

“Because I’m offering you a deal.”

[the-baby-storyteller]

When a whumpee finally escaped their captors,

but the trip home is even more dangerous.