#i hope i don't lose my completionist badge over it LMAO

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@augusnippets day 24

Animal attack / Bear trap / Land mine

War, military, death, gore, grief, suicidal themes near the end, very sad stuff </3

i don't know much about the military, sorry for any inaccuracies!

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Caretaker and his boyfriend had met in the millitary.

Him and Whumpee slept in the same building, sat together during mealtimes, and snuck away to steal moments together when they were supposed to be training— their lives were idyllic. They were both 20, eager to serve their country, and fight if need be.

And that need would come.

Both of them, along with their whole squadron, were sent off into battle in enemy territory. Whumpee seemed eager, excited to fight and protect. He walked beside Caretaker into the foreign territory, making quiet jokes and comments.

Caretaker was more anxious, his face set grimly as he scanned the area for danger. He hushed Whumpee when he got too loud, keeping his eyes out for an enemy.

"What? Is someone gonna come out and shoot me?" Whumpee laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Whumpee," Caretaker whispered harshly, eyes wide. "Shh, you're being so loud– our commander is gonna have your ass."

Whumpee bounced ahead of Caretaker, walking backward and swinging his arms out dramatically. He grinned, his voice carrying through the woods. "Well, if anybody's hiding in the woods, waiting to—"

Click.

Caretaker's heart nearly stopped. He looked down at Whumpee's feet, seeing the disc-shsped explosive under his boot. "Whumpee! Don't move, there's a—"

Whumpee frowned, lifting his foot to see what he had stepped on. "Wha‐?"

"NO!"

A blast shook the ground, launching Whumpee's body into the air violently. The other soldiers got down, ducking for cover as the earth sprayed over the area. Caretaker felt his eyes water as he raced towards where Whumpee had landed.

The other soldier's lower half was completely gone, and his torso was terribly mangled. Blood gushed from the wounds, staining their uniforms a sick crimson.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker cried, tears running down his face. He patted Whumpee's cheek, trying to get his attention. "Please, baby, look at me! It's gonna be okay, you're– you're gonna make it, alright?"

Whumpee's eyes were glazed. "C– caretak'r-" Whumpee spluttered, his voice weak.

"Shh, shhh... it'll be okay, let me just..." Caretaker looked down, seeing the charred and torn flesh of his lover. Whumpee's internal organs hung out, dripping with blood and viscera. He pressed his hand to where the blood was pouring, breathing hard. "It's okay... you'll be okay..."

Whumpee fell slack in Caretaker's arms, coughing and whining arily.

"Fuck, please don't let this be goodbye! W- we're supposed to get married, remember? Remember our house we were gonna buy? And our cats! Oh, come on, don't do this!" He said passionately, clinging to Whumpee in a tight hug.

Whumpee sucked in a soft gasp, breathing back out a gentle, "love you," before going limp. Caretaker howled in anguish, clinging to the corpse.

Even when bullets began to zip overhead as the battle started, Caretaker stayed in his spot with Whumpee. He didn't move, unbothered by the idea of a bullet hitting him between the eyes and taking him to Whumpee.