#poor sweaty exhausted whumpees that can barely even stand barely even keep their eyes open

[whump-softie]

Whumpee’s running to exhaustion.

Escaping through the woods, tripping on everything and anything their bare feet touch. Their loud, shaky breaths are the only noise beside the occasional gunshot from behind them. They were being hunted. They couldn’t give up. They’d force their body to shreds, to keep running, if it meant escaping what was behind them.

Running tirelessly behind Whumper on their daily training sessions. Whumper is by far the superior being, and can effortlessly do, well, pretty much anything. Whumpee stumbles and hobbles behind them, dumped in sweat. Whumper is disappointed, but what are they to do? Whumpee is inferior in every way, after all.

Whumpee desperately searching through the house for a missing “safety thing.” Their favorite blanket, favorite twig, favorite speck of dust… it doesn’t matter. This is their thing, and it’s missing. There is nothing more important than finding it. Running and slamming open every door, fearless of the punishment awaiting them, Whumpee will stop at nothing.

Running towards safety. Into the arms of Caretaker. Breaking down into sobs, out of breath but so relieved they can hardly breathe anyways. Collapsing to their knees after what felt like an eternity of running, hiding, scavenging… and they finally made it. They’re safe. They’re home. 🫰