#tired Whumpees who are still committed to being an inconvenience

[letitbehurt]

Whumper looks at the body tied upright against the wall and smiles, grabbing Whumpee’s chin and lifting their head. They’re exhausted and hungry and they haven’t slept in days, hooked up to some sort of fluid that chases the sleep away. And the light never goes out. White, white, bright white everywhere—

“Have we had a change of heart?” Whumper asks lightly. Whumpee mutters something unintelligible, wincing when Whumper’s grip tightens. “Speak up, will you? This is pathetic.”

Whumpee can hardly keep their eyes open—much less string together a sentence—but they repeat their answer anyway, each word sharp with hatred.

“Fuck. You.”