#tw: suggestion of torture

[raileurta]

Well this post got me thinking about how the humans would react to Raf's death. It also would not be pretty to say the least.

⚠️ Trigger warnings in the tags ⚠️

Both Fowler and June are devastated at the loss. He was just a kid involved in war he shouldn't have been anywhere near. I bet for the longest time they would blame the Autobots for the loss and resent them for it. They would also become extremely overprotective of the other kids. Especially June who was already protective. This whole thing made her lose complete trust in Arcree's ability to protect Jack. (The femme bot doesn't blame her for it) She would try to keep Jack away from the base for any excuse. Logically she knows he is technically safer there but her heart is too scared of being away from her kid. Fowler also can't help but agree with her. He is much more aware and strict about the kids now too. He was even tempted to sorta kidnap them and send them to a secret base in Washington or something. For now he is going to have the kids being monitored 24/7.

Jack is depressed as hell to say the least. He blames himself for not being able to protect Raf. He was the one "meant" to stop their trio from being hurt and he failed. It cycles through his mind constantly on what he could have done to prevent this, how he could have been better, why wasn't he better?

Jack visits Raf's family a lot and tries to help them any way he can. He feels like he has to atone for his failure in some way. Then when that doesn't work to help free himself of the guilt he would resort to "punishing himself." I'm pretty sure you can figure out what that entails..... 🔪

Jack also is much more aggressive about preventing Miko's reckless behavior. He will tackle, and even restrain her to prevent her from potentially getting herself hurt. They have many arguments now and aren't really on speaking terms. He will text her a lot though just to see if she's alive, Miko will always respond no matter what.

Miko at first just went into shock. Her mind went into a complete shutdown. For two days she barely spoke, ate, or just did much of anything; once the shock wore off though she exploded. She ripped off the posters off her walls, broke everything in sight, screamed, cursed out the world, and even smashed her hand through her mirror. Once the adrenaline wore off she clutched her bleeding hand and sobbed. She doesn't know how long she sat there crying but by the time she was done her hand had stopped bleeding and she was covered in dried blood.

Miko stared at her arm the glass embedded in the skin, and felt nothing but seething hatred for Megatron. It wasn't the kind of usual fiery animosity she held towards the man but a freezing loathsome whirlwind that had frozen itself across her entire body. This wasn't some superhero show anymore, where the hero would defeat the villain in a spectacular explosion of power but a cruel war that was going to end with the excruciating death of Megatron.

She planned, rewrote her plans, researched, planned again and did more research. For one of the only times in her life Miko didn't rush into something. Megatron was going to die and there couldn't be any way he would survive or somehow come back from death again. Miko had to make sure it was perfect, Raf deserved it she almost religiously thought. Early into her plans Miko recruited Bumblebee into helping her. The scout hated Megatron just as much as she did. Bee told Miko everything he knew about how Cybertronians could be hurt and the ways to do it. The autobots always feared transformers tech landing in human hands and they had a great reason to do so. Humans had remarkable twisted minds that could think of things that would disturb even some of the most callous of bots.

Miko is no different, especially when she is motivated by pure unfiltered hatred. It took many sleepless nights and three months of preparation but they finally had everything ready. They just had to wait for the right opportunity. By this point bumblebee's anger has calmed down slightly and he was now starting to doubt if they should really do this. The consequences could be disastrous.

You see Miko had realized scraplets or the rust plague couldn't really hurt her so she could easily use them to defeat Megatron. So she has been breeding scraplets, training them, and trying to selectively breed them so they would be able to resist the plague. Miko had the scraplets micro dosed with black energon so they would crave the stuff and be more powerful. Bumblebee would obtain metal for them to eat and he tried to make sure the other autobots weren't catching on. Once they could get on the nemesis Miko would command the scraplets to infect as many bots as possible. They had made around 100,000 of these suped up mega disease scraplets so there's basically no way anyone is escaping uninfected. They were basically sentencing every decepticon to death.

Bee questions whether Raf would want this and Miko just replies,

"It's not about whether he would want this or not but what Megatron deserves and he deserves to die. If I have to kill every decepticon to do it? So be it. I don't care what happens to them, every bot on that ship is a horrible person. "

He reluctantly agrees with the reasoning and continues with the plan.

After the ship would go down a infected wounded Megatron escapes the scraplets his priority would try and cure himself. When he tries to make it he's in for a horrible surprise; while they were preparing the scraplets they had also set out to purposely destroy ingredients essential to the cure (They of course made a lot of vaccines themselves) Any place he might look for the ingredients he would just find a data pad stating,

//Start message

"Hello Megatron, you may not remember me but I do. My name is Miko nakadai, and I was a friend of Raf, the human charge of bumblebee that you mercilessly had killed. He was just an innocent child but you didn't care, why would you? You're the powerful evil overlord of the decepticons, the bot who strikes fear to every Cybertronian who knows of you. Humans are nothing but organic trash that would be crushed under your foot. That's not going to be the case anymore. You're going to care, you're going to see what you have done, and you will regret having ever laying a figure on Raf. You shouldn't have messed with humans and you especially should have not messed with my friend.

If you don't want to die from the rust come to the coordinates X"00'X0.x" alone and we will provide you a cure. Also don't even think about contacting the other Autobots or you can kiss that vaccine goodbye."

//End message

Megatron then would come to meet Miko and Bumblebee. They would talk/integrate Megatron about Raf. Then Miko would pull out the apex armor, activate it and fight Megatron with Bee. If all goes well they kill him (maybe torture him a bit before that) and drop his remains on Raf's grave.

When they do get a hit on the Nemesis location they slightly panic and rush to get things in order. When they are ready the ground bridge opens and as they are about to leave they hear Ratchet say,

"I should stop you shouldn't I?"

The old bot is standing behind them looking at the ground bridge location pinned in on the nemesis. Miko and Bumblebee don't know what to do for a second before Ratchet's words register in their minds.

Should? They think.

Ratchet monologues for a bit about how stupid, dangerous, this is and how he should stop them from doing it. But..... he opens his servo to look down at Raf's broken glasses. He just can't. Ratchet looks at them tears streaming down his face. The same look of pure hatred in his eyes and demands to be there to help kill Megatron. Miko and Bumblebee look at him, they both just simply nod.

Nobody had said a word about it but they all knew no matter what happens Megatron has to die. Even if that means destroying themselves in the process.

They enter the ground bridge together.

Wow that sorta mini fic came out of nowhere. I'll leave it up to your imaginations on what happens next. Thank you @lets-try-some-writing for the inspiration.

Follow me if you want to see the future stuff I write. ✌️ 

[cosmicourple]

Your reincarnated elderich horror Odysseus gave me a spark of an idea based on that au, but it’s kinda silly so I apologise in advanced for this.

Long ago before Hera, Zeus had a lover, a minor but powerful god of potential that challenged Zeus and was constantly at odds with him. However, that rivalry later turned them into lovers, with the small god being the few who can openly criticise Zeus and get away with it, though sometimes they suffered from a few… steamy punishments courtesy of Zeus.

However, that all changed when one day, a remnant of the Titans’ army killed them and cursed the god to reincarnate, always being able to reach their fullest potential but at the cost of tremendous suffering. And if they were to remember their past through talks about them or falling in love with Zeus, they would die painfully after a day. Zeus tried and tried to save his lover but no matter what, he’s forced to watch them suffer over and over until he’s unable to take anymore of the pain and gave up, making sure no one mentions their lover again before he eventually married Hera. Only the eldest of the pantheon knows of the god of potential’s existence and connection to Zeus.

Later on, during the Trojan war, as Zeus ordered Odysseus to kill the baby, he realised that this was his lover reincarnated. Even after trying to give up on his lover, he can’t bear the thought of making him suffer by him, the few times he did to other reincarnations are sins he can never forgive himself for. So, he lets Odysseus keep the baby after Ody found a loophole in the prophecy, and a minor part of Zeus’s heart squeezed painfully upon seeing that he still has their wit.

And Zeus, he can’t look away. He knows what will happen, he knows that Odysseus is going to suffer but despite Zeus wanting to pull away once more, the guilt that had built up over the years made him stay and watch.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

omg YES THIS LOOKS LIKE SUCH A FUN TAKE ON MY THOUGHTS 🤩🤩🤩 HEHESZDDSAAAAFVV

ooooo The God Odysseus Used to Be being a mysterious yet powerful Deity that was in cahoots w/ Zeus while also being his rival is SOO— *squeaking noises*

Auggggggggg the Tradgey is rooted far, far Deeper in Ody’s’ Blood than he would of liked it ta’ be oof 😔

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS— NOOOOOO NOT THE BABY😭😭😭 ZEUS BEING FORCED TO ONLY LOOK NOT TOUCH AS ODYSSEUS DOOMS HIMSELF TO SUFFER YET AGAIN IS JUST—- AGFBFGGGGFFFFFFVFASAFFF

YES. JUST YES.

eats this ask like soup made of guts n blood >:)

[kankuroplease]

Since you’ve made a few new Inuzuka ocs that live during your founders era au, what are your headcannons for the clan’s culture during that time? I know that Kishimoto hasn’t given us much information on the clan in general but what are your ideas? (:

Discord friends know exactly why I shouldn’t be trusted with Inuzuka HCs and now everyone else well too 🤣

I’m pretty much HC them as nomadic/brigands during the founders era; they didn’t stay in one place too long as they understood over hunting wasn’t ideal or sustainable + they didn’t

Because they are a brigands-like clan, they are ROUGH around the edges

The more assertive the Inuzuka, the more respected they are

If they happen to be timid, that just tends to make their parents or partners more protective of them

They believed in quick and swift justice when it comes to crimes committed against one another. Should a grievance be great enough and the accused is found guilty, it often ends rather brutally via disembowelment, blood eagle, or being boiled alive. Making sure they feel the pain of their victims

They did there own thing, but some of them would work with the Senju as tracking aids from time to time (for money of course)

Their attire is as ragtag as them. It’s pretty much whatever they’ve taken, sew, and repurposed

They were probably a much larger clan do them taking in others and teaching them their ways. Also do to the fact that their birth rates were significantly higher than average

Marriage ceremonies weren’t really a thing in their clan. Pairs were considered a married couple after spending a conservative amount of days and nights with their partner alone

They were considered “divorced” after spending an extended time apart or when they are publicly rejected by their spouse

Monogamy and polygamy were both wildly practiced. Cheating was extremely frowned upon

They can smell sex on each other and arousal, it would take an absolute dummy to try and cheat and get away with it

Marking one’s partner isn’t really a thing that has to be done by instinct, but it’s pretty common for a few bites or scratches to occur with them during sex

It just comes with the territory of having an Inuzuka lover with sharp teeth and nails

Smell is an important part of life for the Inuzukas.

If they like someone’s appearance but not their scent, it’s almost impossible to move forward with their relationship

They smell big storms in the distance

They know they’re in the right location by scents and sights

They use scents in storytelling (yes, you need to know what great grandfather Jun smelled like. It’s important!!)

Everyone is equal but elders were held in higher esteem for surviving so long

leaders were chosen based on who everyone felt was qualified to represent them (which generally were individuals that were confident and rational)

If a leader was proven to be weak willed, they would be sat down. Immediately.

No Inuzuka will go into battle without their ninken. That means if a ninken is sick, that person has to stay back with their companion(s)

Because they are so good at tracking, relocating, and hunting, they themselves are extremely hard to track. unless you know their markings they leave for their young

Their diets mostly consist of meats and some root vegetables. Good luck getting them to try anything leafy

They have a lot of festivals and traditions, including;

moon viewing - a time to get together and observe the new moon (in reality they do this whenever there’s a clear night. It’s their excuse to party under the stars. There will be howling, possible fights, and definitely new couples forming)

Hunting games - who can get the biggest (insert animal) that season. The winner usually gets paired handsomely and then all meat is then smoked and preserved by everyone. It’s also a time when they teach their children about how to cook properly

Canine celebrations - anytime a ninken has returned from war and did an excellent job, they throw a celebration just for it/them.

Virginity - the random HC I warned about lmao. I just picture them as sex positive people, so howling after their first time having sex is like an odd tradition. Which results in a bunch of congratulation howls from the clan, not everyone does it, but enough do that they all know what that means💀

However, if their partner doesn’t have as good of a howl as them, people will assume the sex was bad 💀

Birth celebrations - it’s tradition for births to be announced immediately and it’s customary to have a celebration that night in honor of the new life. The parents aren’t obliged to attend for obvious reasons, but they’ll probably overhear the singing of their child’s name at some point.

This tradition can get tricky with multiple births in a day and cause a prolonged celebration that might annoy the new parents and other residents

Heirlooms - typically cords, accessories, and furs that are gifted to them on their coming of age birthday. These are usually divided amongst the children and deemed as selfish of a parent choose to keep the item instead of gifting it to their child(Ren)

Ninken gifting - once a child is old enough or has proven themselves to be responsible enough. They are gifted a ninken to bond with and aid them moving forward

Memorials - if a Inuzuka should lose their ninken, it’s considered as bad as the the loss of any other member of the clan. The ninken is to be given a proper funeral and their owner/partner will receive many condolences

If a ninken is lost do to recklessness. The Inuzuka responsible will also receive the anger and distancing of their clan. Not so much if they are a child, but they still will not be given another ninken for years.

They raise their children together, meaning; a may have birthed the child, but b - z look out for the child too.

Children are not raised with hardcore gender roles in mind, so they would often be confused during this time when someone outside the clan talks about gender roles

It is not a big deal when someone leaves the clan, because they always know their way back to the pack

it’s just rare for them to leave the clan as they don’t typically fit in with outsiders

If someone brings someone into the clan, they are given light jabs for awhile until they can prove themselves (just yell at them to stop and that person will be quickly accepted) or their partner tells the others to back off

They are in touch with nature and know the wild animal’s habits, therefore are known to be a clan able to “talk with animals”. Which isn’t the case, but it’s a nice assumption, so they don’t correct it

[holyhounddog]

Heyyy

[montammil]

Charlotte! I have an ear ache :( can you nurse me back to healthier status mommy I'll even take care of the dusting part of the house!

"Oh, that's so unfortunate, you poor thing. I'll make sure to fix you right up." - Charlotte <3

[sylvctica]

if i ever feel bad abt writing i can just look at this and instantly feel masochistic pain and vindication that my god it cannot get worse than this

[starleska]

He's no Mad Mod, but I was suddenly reminded that The Superman Animated Series iteration of Metallo is also played by Malcolm McDowell and felt like sharing with the class 🥰

IRISOOOOO you are ALWAYS coming in clutch with the amazing villains to get obsessed with omfggg????? i know absolutely nothing about the Superman Animated Series but watching a few seconds of Metallo and i'm like 👀👀👀 Malcolm has a voice like melted butter...that laugh, my god!!!! 😳😳😳 lord though, reading up Metallo's backstory, i feel for the poor guy 😭 it's reminding me of that old creepypasta (content warnings for body horror, scientific experimentation, torture, mental illness and more...do heed the tags on the page and exercise caution!!!) Gateway of the Mind . i think anyone would struggle with the loss of so many sensations at once - that has to do a number on your psyche ��� i'm gonna have to go away and watch his episodes now!! gosh, thank you as always for the excellent suggestion 🥰🥰

[frost-eyed-autumn]

"Please tell me its not a porno..." The acting is bad enough to be one.

[greenthegreat]

Goretober (ALL OF IT!)

And then theres also my sona but I'm at image limit!

All of these have captions with them that are specified on their specific posts, so go check them out if you want to!

[kibouhero]

@ignitionxbomb said: "Oi, dumbass," Katsuki stated, and before he folded his arms over chest he motioned his thumb toward the other's room. And inside of the room, strapped to the table, was a hero who was blindfolded with a gag in his mouth. It was clear that the person was a 'birthday present' for the other villain. However, don't ask how, when, or where Katsuki had 'hidden' them until today. //obviously to Vil!Deku from Vil!Katsuki

"Hm?" Izuku had been in the middle of surveying the status of a recent Noumu he'd created. The computers had said that the creature had stabilized, so it was only a matter of time before his new "child" would come to life.

He blinked, looking up when Kacchan addressed him. He raised an eyebrow at the thumb pointed towards the next room.

Almost as if on cue, the poor hero began to make panicked sounds through the gag.

The villain's eyes brightened immediately as he walked over to his partner. "Ooh...! Kacchan, you shouldn't have...!" he gasped like Kacchan had just given him an engagement ring.

He entered the next room, flushing from excitement when he saw the state the hero was in. "...he's perfect...!" he exclaimed. "I can't wait to study him! I wonder what his Quirk is?"

He moved back over to where Kacchan was standing and raised up to give him a soft kiss. "Thank you, Kacchan! This is the best gift ever!"

Suddenly, his eyes lidded. "I'll be sure to thank you more properly later~"

[venusararara]

"We'll be together, forever! Don't tell Gatherine though, okay?"

Here's some Dawsin facts mwah

✭ Puppyboy

✭ Between 21-22 years old

✭ Harmless, very timid

✭ Barks occasionally, pants when he's excited or hot, shakes

✭ Easily excitable, sensitive

✭ Forbidden from leaving Nighthive alone

✭ Under Gatherine's protection for life, rescued age 18

✭ Extremely unlikely to hurt you, even on accident, but still enjoys playing in blood

✭ Medical school graduate, license revoked

✭ Impressionable, succumbs to peer pressure easily

✭ Addictive personality

✭ Mildly protective, keeps his best friend in line

✭ Sucks at taking care of himself

✭ Often quiet and unassuming, but gets very excited to see creatures he likes

✭ DNA most similar to: Earth's dalmation, cocker spaniel, yorkshire terrier

Sex facts below:

✭ Virgin

✭ Extremely horny and sexually frustrated

✭ Cums fast, can last 2 more rounds

✭ Whimpers when he accidentally bucks into you, squirms a lot

✭ Well-behaved

✭ Will cry if you're too rough

✭ Willing to top or bottom, no preference

✭ Not good at sex so you have to coach him {pensive}

✭ Breathing fleshlight

[hmshermitcraft]

The hermits were just enjoying their time the week before S8 to get a feel for the place when the sound of something exploding came from a ditch in the ground. They went there and found an unconscious deer hybrid with her antler cut of her head with only numbs remaining. Next to her was a weird fleshy lump that the deer girl was clinging onto.

Then Impulse made the stupid mistake to move and got too close to the girl, and the girl seemed to notice and stood up, grunting in pain as some other hermits took notice that she had a broken leg. Impulse stepped forward, and in reaction, the girl began to growl, and before Impulse could react, her hair burst to flames, and she attacked the hermits.

She lasted a bit before jumping back into the hole and grabbing the flesh mound and running off a bit before grabbing Impulse as well as knocking him unconscious. When Impulse woke up, he found himself in a damp cave. He looked around and saw the orange haired deer girl and another naked girl, which made him blush. They were looking at him.

The other girl had what looked like she had rips all over her body, her brown hair lightly bloody. Her body had wing stumps and hybrid parts of separate creatures along her body. Thr deer girl walked over to him and poked him in the face, Impulse being confused. Then her pointed to herself and mouthed "Gem" and pointed to the naked Mish mash Girl and mouthing "Pearl". Impulse guessed those were their names.

Impulse hopes the hermits find him but it seems he can teach Gem and Pearl how to talk so he can wait

They don't seem unintelligent. Gem knew how to introduce them, and Impulse replies with the same courtesy. He's just not sure why they took him. The pair don't seem afraid of him at all, and there's nothing in this cave to make it seem like a 'home'. Do they even have one?

They don't seem to mind Impulse moving around a little, though Gem keeps sharp eyes trained on him. Pearl seems to content to curl up on the stone and fall back asleep.

He can't find the entrance to the cave, so he's relieved to find the remains of a mineshaft to salvage wood from. He creates a furnace, and uses it to dry out some vines he found on the wall. They're not perfect in any way, but with the salve he's managed to make from the plantlife down here, it should help the girls' injuries. Being friends with Zedaph and Tango does have benefits after all.

Gem isn't willing to let Impulse touch either of them, so Impulse talks her through the process for both Gem and Pearl's injuries. She follows carefully, only messing up a few times. When she does, she huffs through her nose in annoyance, the ends of her hair sparking. She seems curious about Impulse and what he does, often following him around and simply watching him. He just wishes she'd stop doing it on her broken leg.

Impulse's next goal is to make some blankets. He's found glow berries - not the best food source but it'll do. There's a stream of water running through the cave, and he's able to weave the vines together into something passable as a blanket. The downside is he's only been able to make one.

He gives it to Gem, knowing she'll look after her and Pearl with it. Gem's been... He wouldn't call it talkative, but she's been more interactive. She's tried to get his attention, pointing at things, or showing him something she's learned. Pearl is perking up as well as she gets better.

Impulse still didn't expect for them to pull him under the blanket with them that night. The nudity has mostly faded to the back of his mind now, after that initial shock. It's still a surprise to find himself in this position, but Gem and Pearl both seem so comfortable cuddling into him... He guesses he's stuck here now.

He hopes the hermits will be able to help them.

[cdroloisms]

Re that time Sam got locked up, do you think Dream would ever ask/tell/make Sam call him Warden when he tops? As a power play?

like, in daedalus?

i think if we're talking c!awesamdream /sx in daedalus, yeah chances of c!dream topping are slightly higher than in the prison (frankly i think c!sam would like. not mind (#trust) c!dream topping in prison to prove how Normalcore their relationship is but he'd also be kinda paranoid abt it, and c!dream is just nawt gonna bring it up because the point of the sex ISNT to piss sam off, thanks.) but i also think he'd probably kind of ... stick to the script of the prison sex a little more, for copium reasons. power bottoming > topping in this scenario for him, i think, bc it proves more abt his Autonomy to both of them

in that same vein, i think c!dream would absolutely make loaded comments about the Warden thing--call c!Sam Warden in a very specific tone at very specific points to make him react, off-handedly mention "maybe I should make you call me Warden" like, while sam is getting undressed, that kind of deal. but he's not actually going to press the point or force it, because that ruins the point of the copium--i think c!awesamdream /sx in this scenario, where both of them are kinda holding onto the It Was Consensual 👍thing to explain how it went down, has both c!dream's autonomy copium and c!sam's "im not a bad guy" copium working in the same direction, so neither of them are super eager to disturb that

[meraki24601]

Not Sick: Part 4

Whumptober day 6! Yeah... This one went darker than I thought it would when I started this whole many-part train of thought. What else is new? Don't blame me! Blame the prompt: Made To Watch.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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“Who��� Who are you?” Caretaker’s eyes were wide as they took in the scene in front of them. They couldn’t hear Whumpee’s stifled pleas for them to run. 

“Oh, look at you! Kitten, you didn’t tell me they were absolutely adorable. How dare you, Whumpee. They’re so pretty. Just like a doll.” Whumpee could feel Whumper shifting above them. They pressed down on Whumpee, an unspoken threat to stay down, then stood. “Hello, Doll. You can call me Whumper. Or Master if you like. I’ve always wanted to be called Master.”

“What are you doing in our apartment?” Caretaker’s eyes flicked down to Whumpee and recognition sparked, “Wait, did you say Whumper? You’re Whumper?”

“Did my Kitten tell you all about me? Tell you about our games?” Whumper crept closer to Caretaker. The reached around Caretaker to pull the bedroom door closed. “Would you like to play?”

With strength they didn’t know they had, Whumpee pushed themselves to their hands and knees. They allowed the tears building in the corners of their eyes to fall and crawled to Whumper. “Please, not them. Play… Play with me.” Any air they had saved to beg disappeared as their chest tightened in a coughing fit.

Whumper’s hand in their hair made them flinch, “Good job, Kitten. That was beautiful begging. It makes me sad I can’t do what you ask.” The hand tightened, pulling Whumpee higher off the floor. “Tell you what, since you begged so prettily, I’ll make a deal with you. If you can close the window and pull the curtains, I won’t kill them.”

Caretaker gasped, but Whumpee didn’t waste time looking at them. Whumper’s patience wouldn’t last long. By the time they made it back to the bed they realized their strength wouldn’t last much longer either. Their fever had definitely risen again. They left a sweaty handprint on the sheet where they grabbed it to pull themselves up. Head throbbing and heart pounding, Whumpee lifted themselves up to their feet for the first time in days. 

Thunk! Whumpee came to their senses clinging to the window. It was closed. They had closed the window over their bed. The hard part was over. With a sigh, Whumpee fell back on the bed. Blue skies came into view, a comforting sight before they wrenched the curtain closed with desperation they had almost forgotten.

“Well done, Kitten.” Whumper clapped enthusiastically. “Now, you stay right there. You’ve earned a rest. I want you to watch though. I want you to see what its like from the other side. Maybe you’ll appreciate it more when it’s your turn.” As they spoke, Whumper searched the room. They took a small tool box out of the closet, a sharpened pencil from the desk drawer, and a pair of socks from Whumpee’s dresser. 

Still digging in the dresser, Whumper turned to Whumpee with a grin. “Oh, you naughty Kitten.” They pulled out a small box and a roll of bandages. The box rattled as they shook it, “Is this what I think it is? Glad to see you missed me too.” They placed the box with the other supplies.

“I must say, I am in a wonderful mood. That was a lot of fun watching you try to meet my challenge. I think I have a new challenge for both of you.” Whumper skipped over to Caretaker whose eyes were locked on Whumpee. They were completely frozen. At least they were until Whumper’s hand wrapped around their throat. “Whumpee, i want you to watch. Blinking is allowed, but hiding, looking away, and passing out is a no no. Caretaker, I want you to take it silently. Moaning and groaning are allowed and encouraged, but if you scream, you lose.” 

Whumpee could see Caretaker swallow around Whumper’s hand, “And. And what do we get if we win?”

Giggling, Whumper pulled Caretaker to the desk chair and pushed them down into it. “My lovely little Doll knows how to play. I’m so excited! Okay. Okay, if Whumpee watches, I promise to stop after 10 minutes.” They shift Caretaker’s position in the chair, using a couple belts they found to tie their arms in place. “If you win, I promise to leave. Since you’re both playing so well, I’ll even leave both of you here.”

Now, Whumpee would have never agreed to the deal if Whumper hadn’t proved in the past to be true to their word. They did terrible things to Caretaker, hurt them in ways Whumpee wouldn’t have thought of using the limited tools they had found, but they didn’t cheat. They even gave Caretaker the socks they had taken to hold in their mouth and protect their teeth before they used the razors from Whumpee’s box. Fortunately, they didn’t count it against Whumpee when their stomach revolted and threw up over the side of the bed. After 10 minutes were up, Whumper left. 

“Don’t worry, Kitten. I’ll be back to play with you and Doll again. I just love hide and seek.” Whumper left through the window, whistling the same tune they had when they first arrived.

“They’re gone, Whumpee. They, they, they’re gone. Gone.” Caretaker drooped in the chair. 

“Caretaker!” Whumpee cried. They threw themselves off the bed toward their friend, collapsing into the puddle of their own sick mixing with splatters of Caretaker’s blood. Their head pounded in their skull each time their arm stretched out to pull them forward. Darkness took over before they could so much as touch Caretaker’s feet.

Part 5

[otter-chaos-violence]

Here some whump. its been drifting in my google docs for a while, but here

its part of a larger series but won't be on tumblr

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I lay on my back, reading the book Doctor Harland had just given me. I liked it thus far.

He kneeled next to me, petting my stomach while he hooked me up to some kind of machine. I dropped the book, remembering the page number, and I found myself unable to move.

“It’ll be over in a minute,” he whispered. I didn’t respond as my brain went foggy and I closed my eyes.

He bashed me in the side of the face, and my eyes flew open. 

I stared at him, and he said, “Begin test number G-1-7-8-8,”

My muscles tensed and I went numb as something inserted itself in both sides of my neck and my muscles spasmed and I thrashed abou-

—

I came to with my muscles stiff.

“Test failed,” Doctor Harland remarked. “We need to deal with the epilepsy,”

He fastened an oxygen mask over my face and put an IV in my skin.

“We’ll feed you tonight, ‘kay? Just sleep off th-,”

Darkness.

—

I opened my eyes in my bed, and Doctor Harland entered a few minutes later.

“Sit up,” he ordered. I obeyed, and he handed me my book again.

“I’ll get you a treat for sitting quietly and letting us test our new device on you,”

I didn’t respond, immersed in the book’s world. It was about a girl who discovered she was the daughter of King Oberon from ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’. Doctor Harland said he would get me the rest of the series after giving me a modern translation of the play so I could better understand it.

He held out something that smelled sweet and I took it, then ate it, my tail wagging happily.

He pet my head and I purred.

“One-two-seven-three, any strange feelings?” He asked.

“No,” I chirped. 

“Good. Good. Nausea? Tiredness? Breathing normally?”

He checked my heart rate and breathing for any abnormalities.

“Normal. Okay. Darling little test subject, we’re going to try and treat the illness that made this test fail. We’re going to cure it,”

“What illness?” I asked.

“You- have a reaction to certain things, and it causes you to stop existing for a minute, meaning we can’t do certain tests. We try to treat it and you don’t respond to medications, so we need to cut it out,”

I felt something cold on my wrist and whimpered, “No, not again, don’t look at my brain- please!”

“What? No. The procedure requires you to be awake or you’ll die, we’ve already tested it, and it’s painful. We’d give you painkillers, but that’s unsafe until after,”

I shuddered and hissed when he brought his hand to my tail. I tried to bite him as he tied it under the bed and shackled my other three wrists and my ankles to the bed.

“Please! NO!”

“It’ll all be over soon,”

He called for Doctor Fletcher and Doctor Amatris. Doctor Amatris held my chest down and Doctor Fletcher attached electrodes to my skull, and I felt like I exploded a few minutes later. I shrieked and thrashed around, when I heard something snap.

“Oh shit!” Doctor Amatris shouted.

I felt the pain dull a bit, and Doctor Harland whispered, “Its over, you’re going to have morphine tablets now,”

“Okay,” I mumbled before changing form to my more human self and laying back, my forehead caked with sweat. They undid the shackles, and Doctor Amatris took my hand in hers and the trio set my leg in a splint. 

I cried out and whimpered, “Hurts,” when Doctor Fletcher shoved a capsule into my mouth and held my lips shut until I swallowed, then gave me water.

I rolled to my side and shivered, still in deep pain. I started crying and Doctor Harland sat me up and started hand feeding me between each sob. It was cold, barely seasoned chicken, like always.

When I was done, I dove under the bed, where it was calmest, no one trying to talk to me, even though it was dark.

“One-two-seven-three, don’t be like that,” Doctor Fletcher said. “Do you want to undo all the progress in training out that habit?”

I hissed at him and swatted at his ankles, then curled into a ball and continued crying into my fur.

Doctor Amatris kneeled in front of me and held out her hand. I didn’t take it. She very gently petted the fluff on my neck, and I continued sobbing, though it made me feel a bit better.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “The pain’s over now,”

She very slowly pulled me out, as though acclimating a fish from one tank to another. At one point I had a couple fish and a snail, and in a rage, Doctor Harland smashed the tank, killing all three of them. I cried for weeks after that, as at that point, I’d been taking care of them for four years.

“There, how do you feel?”

“Hurts,” I croaked, my voice raw. It felt like the color red to speak.

She lifted me and set me back on the bed, tucked me in like a mother would her child, and kissed me on where my forehead would be, and when she left, Doctor Harland inserted an IV into my skin. She wasn’t allowed to see it, for some reason, I wasn’t even sure if she knew.

I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.

—

What was supposed to be a dreamless sleep became a nightmare, one where I was playing with a child, and we were about the same height. It was all flashing lights and pain and fear when someone grabbed me, and-

I woke up, screaming for someone whose name I didn’t remember. The IV had broken.

I took off my oxygen mask and sobbed in the dark. Normally Doctor Harland stayed to make sure I felt safe at night, it was too dark for me. I wished I had control of my lights, but past lights-out, they couldn’t be turned on unless Doctor Harland or someone else swiped a keycard.

I heard rapid footsteps, and a woman in a dark blue uniform with a thick black stick and a big spiky club opened the door, then said into a strange black box, “False alarm. One of them woke up, over,”

A garbled voice came from the box, “How?”

“Its IV looks broken,”

“Which one?”

She stepped back and looked at the sign that said my room number with a beam of light that came from a black stick. 

I ran over and took the lightstick after a bit of back and forth, then clicked the button on and off as she said, “It just took my flashlight,”

I called, “Room 5-6-6 B!” and went back to playing with the ‘flashlight’, then grabbed my book and started reading with the concentrated beam of light.

The woman repeated the room number I gave her and said, “I’m gonna need back-up to get it back into bed, its strong,”

I got under my bed and continued reading, until someone else in a dark blue uniform grabbed me and bashed me with a spike on their club. I dropped the ‘flashlight’ and-

-

I came to with my upper wrists shackled to my bed’s headboard and my entire body numb.

“Okay, so, two hundred million watts can cause seizures. Duly noted,” the one who’d hit me with the spike muttered.

“Seizure? Watt?” I parroted, trying to get feeling back in my tongue. “Why’d you do that?”

“Holy shit it talks,” the woman said. 

“Yes I talk, why wouldn’t I talk? Also, I’m not an it, I’m- I’m a girl,”

“Someone get one of the night shift doctors,” the woman ordered. Another person left the room.

“It’s dark!” I complained.

The woman groaned and said, “Deal with it, how old are you, seven, eight?”

“Thirteen, fourteen in four months and two days,”

“How are you that old? Why haven’t you committed suicide yet?” the man asked.

“Suicide?” I’d parroted. I knew what it met at a base level, but in books they always said it in association with a stupid battle plan. 

“You know, killing yo-”

“I know what it means, I just thought it only went with wars?”

“What?”

“In books,” I chirped. I motioned to one that said it, then said the page number.

“Oh-kaaay, you can read,”

“Isn’t that normal? Well except illiteracy rates in fantasy places, but isn’t it normal now?”

The man who’d left returned with Doctor Amatris.

“One-two-seven-three, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“I had a nightmare,” I replied.

“Come here,”

“I can’t,”

She took a key from one of the security guards and unlocked my manacles, then lifted me into her arms, though it was much more awkward than when I was little, considering I was about as big as her now.

I laid my chin on her shoulder, and she carried me away, off to another room, this one with more light.

“We oughta get you a nightlight,”

“Nightlight?” I parroted. “What’s that?”

“Its a little light that plugs into a wall and makes the room brighter,”

She unhooked a little square that glowed blue until it exited the wall, “Normally they come in fun shapes, but until I go shopping tomorrow, we can use this one. I’ll get a bunch of them and let you pick them out, okay?”

“Okay,” I chirped.

She carried me back to my room and lay me on my bed, and I grabbed her arm and whimpered, “Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone,”

“I have to go back to work,”

“I’m scared,” I whimpered. 

She turned back around and fastened my oxygen mask on my mouth and nose.

“You’ll be fine. And if you wake up again, I’ll come back and keep you company ‘til you fall asleep again. Now close your eyes, goodnight, don’t let the bed bugs bite,”

“What’s a bed bug?”

“You don’t want to know,”

She shuddered and tucked me in, then kneeled next to me and rubbed my forehead to calm me. But sleep would be a long time coming. I didn’t fall asleep until all the lights turned back on.

[a-j-s-the-only]

this world has left me to die.

but who am I,

to think I deserved more.