#whump the leaders!!

[whump-in-the-closet]

whumpee characterizations ? and what it takes to break them

thief whumpee: silver-tongued/ can't keep still/ uses humor as a coping mechanism-> gagged/ stress positions/ a casual whumper whose indifference immobilizes whumpee

royal whumpee: stoic/ proud/ seeks revenge after their imprisonment-> forced to kneel/ public humiliation, dragged around like a trophy, collared, branded etc/ enough scars to look like a constellation on their skin

healer whumpee: kind/ keeps up an image for the sake of others/ skilled in their trade-> pushed to the edge/ others have to take care of them/ hands or fingers so badly damaged they'll never be able to help anyone else again

innocent whumpee: naive/ trusting/ hopeful-> "no one is coming for you"/ left to die/ a whumper who twists whumpee's anger against their friends

bitter whumpee: apathetic/ shrugs off what they've been through/ exhausted-> "I'm fine." followed by collapsing/ vivid flashbacks where they wake up screaming/ refuses to fall asleep after their ordeal

leader whumpee: independent to the point of isolation/ tries to protect everyone/ mentally well-adjusted (mostly)-> set up to fail/ forced to hurt their teammates/ they come back changed, and everyone avoids them

villain whumpee: defiant/ insults whumper every chance they get/ so many failed escape attempts-> non-con drugging, left a shadow of their past selves/ conditioned to obey/ kneeling next to whumper at a press conferences

[befuddled-calico-whump]

thinking about a whumpee on a forced march through rough terrain

hands tied in front of them, on foot while their captors are mounted, sleeping out in the open, forced to beg for adequate food and water

maybe they're barefoot, a captured royal in silken robes

maybe they're in a torn suit or soldier's uniform

maybe they were stripped at the start, increasing the exposure to the elements, the humiliation

are they a terrified mess from the beginning, or do they try to endure with dignity? how long before they're stumbling, barely putting one foot in front of the other? how long before they fall?

[orangeduckweed]

TW: drugging

imagine your whumpee so pumped full of drugs that they can’t think anymore. their eyes are glossy and vacant. their existence reduced to a dull ache.

[gh0sdae]

I'm all for viktor manhandling jayce, but let's be real. Jayce is LUCKY viktor chose that path

Had viktor approached jayce in human form, hugged/cradled him, held his face, and soothed him with sweet nothings, that man would have FOLDED like a lawn chair

After months of torture? HIM??? He would not survive

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Caretaker or team member immediately hugging and latching onto Whumpee once they’ve been rescued or returned home.

Whumpee groaning or hissing at the pain from contact. Caretaker apologizing profusely, hurrying to let go. But Whumpee doesn’t budge, just holds on tighter. Tucking their face into Caretaker’s neck, reminded of the reason they endured their torture.

[fortunately-cool-penguin]

Whumpee who used to be stoic and fearless leader is now someone who can't even talk without stuttering.

[whump-or-whatever]

I love it when a really strong team leader, who usually speaks in a loud and clear voice, is reduced to soft muttering by whatever pain they’re dealing with. The team members see their leader in some sort of visible discomfort and ask if they’re okay. Despite the fact that leader says they’re fine, the team can tell immediately by the small voice they speak in that they are most certainly not fine.

[whumpberry-cookie]

After the rescue, Leader never shows the impact captivity had on them.

They keep composure for the sake of their team. But there are signs.

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"Bring me coffee to my office, please" while they never used to say please before, out of their rank and reputation.

Smoking way more often then before

A tiny little muscle tremble that makes it hard to hold the cutlery. Drops the fork on the floor and instantly picks it up, like nothing happened.

Gives more authority to their assistant to take decisions for them.

During the meeting, they show their assistants some secret hand sign and leave the room. They continue without them.

Used to hate cats/dogs? Now places their hand on the fur of the animal that came and lied down next to them. Well, look at that, isn't that a retired service animal that sensed their distress?

A crying kid sees the first adult they can run to and hugs their waist, crying. Leader instead of instantly ordering to take the kid away, first sighs and awkwardly pets their back. "There, there".

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[fleur-a-whump]

Overloaded (#1)

Preventative Measures

so like. this is a thing. been toying with this little guy in my head for a few weeks and like, almost nothing is concrete but I'm hoping I'll turn it into a series.

content: ex-villain whumpee, hero/leader whumper, manipulative whumper, just like a LOT of manipulation, collars/collaring, referenced electrocution, low self esteem, subtle threats, guilt trips

I've never done this before, let me know if I missed something!!

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Villain has finally been given a chance. A chance to prove he's more than what the whole city has always thought of him, more than what his father raised him to be. He wanted to do good in the world. The heroes were finally giving him a chance to be more than they've always thought of him. 

...or so he thought.

He gulps as he stares at the shock collar in Team Leaders hands. It's a small thing, sleek and unassuming. But he knows exactly what it is because Team Leader had shown him how it worked.  The man is currently speaking to him nonchalantly. Villain should really be listening to the hero that holds the key to a better life. But that collar... shakes Villain's faith in Team Leader. Just a little.

"Villain," the man says shortly. Impatiently. Shit.

Villain jumped to attention, nerves only growing worse. 

"Sorry, sorry! I'm just-just a little confused. I thought... I was a part of the team..." He tries to keep the heartbreak out of his voice. He doesn't quite succeed. 

"If you'd listen..." the Team Leader sighed deeply. Villain was going to throw up. 

Team Leader began again, speaking slowly as if to a child. Or a stupid person. Villain thinks he fell into the latter column. "I was just saying this will help you better mesh with the team. I'm sure you've noticed people are a little nervous with you around."

Hostile. Villain would use the word hostile.

"Given your past, everything you've done," the man drawled. Villain can't hold back a wince. 

"So, to ease their worries, and allow them to see how great I know you can be, this is just a little precautionary measure. A bit of a show."

Ryan swallowed thickly.

"So... It wouldn't be used..."

He tries to keep himself from thinking about electricity burning the sensitive skin of his throat as it shoots down his spine and into his skull to paralyze him. He's familiar enough with the feeling; he doesn't need to imagine it.

Team Leader gives him an easy smile. "As long as there are no issues, of course not."

"...Issues?"

"Oh, stuff that'll never happen. Just breaking any of the rules."

Villain arched his brow, slightly dubious. "Rules.”

"Yeah, like, follow orders, don't fraternize with any of your old contacts, don't leave our level, don't work unsupervised, don't harm the team. Stuff you've been doing this whole time."

"Wait, don't leave the level?

"I mean, that's pretty obvious, bud. If we can't see you, we can't know that you're following the rest of the rules."

He nods mutely, gaze wandering. this whole thing just. He didn't know. It hurt.

Team Leader gently tilted his head up. "Villain, I'm only doing this because I trust you. I know you'd never do anything that could jeopardize your place here."

He doesn't trust that Villain is a hero though, obviously. That he's good. Because Villain could never be good. Not now. Not after all he's done. 

No, he can only hope to do good. And the only way he'll be able to do that is with the team. If this is what it takes to ease his team into working with him, if this is what it takes for him to stay, then he'll do it.

"O-okay."

"Atta boy, Villain! I knew you could do it, man."

Villain nods, trying to give him a smile.

Team Leader moves towards him all too quickly, and he can't help the flinch. The man doesn't seem to notice—or at least he doesn't acknowledge it—and is soon once again gently tilting Villain's chin up from where it had fallen. 

Villain fights the urge to lean into the touch.

While he's distracted, Team Leader swiftly brings the collar, already disengaged and bent open at the hinges, and presses it to Villain's skin. 

Villain jolts at the cold metal and fights to swallow as it's closed around his neck.

The locking mechanism clicks right up against his spine. He can't help the shudder that trickles down his back at the finality of the sound.

"I'm so proud of you, bud," Team Leader says with a big smile and a ruffle of Villain's shaggy curls.

The tightness in his chest eases, just a little. A little part of him flares in anger at how easily he's comforted. He doesn't deserve the comfort.

But he's trying. The collar now fit snuggly around his neck, like it was made for him, is proof of that.

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ps ex-villain whumpee on the hero team but whumped by the hero team is my all-time favorite trope and it is so hard to find I have finally hit the point of needing to produce my own story to scratch the itch

[bleedingintogold]

The medic leaned over his captain, wiping away the sweat on his forehead with a damp cloth. The man himself was out cold, as he had been for the past day. Tan skin had become a pale shade and a strong body had been reduced to a limp shell of itself. Heavy breathing became the only thing that showed he was still alive and struggling to be.

He wasn't getting better.

The wound had festered and the infection must have gotten into his bloodstream. Medic had been too late to notice and the captain had been too occupied trying to keep as many of his men alive as he could whilst completing their mission. The platoon stopped advancing yesterday when their captain collapsed right in front of them.

But the general had had enough. One man wasn't enough reason to abandon their assignment.

"He can't even sit up by himself, sir! He won't survive if we-" "We aren't bringing him. He will stay here," "With all due respect sir, this platoon needs their medic with them-" "I said that your captain is staying here. Not you," The medic's heart dropped when the general's words started to register. He was being ordered to leave behind his captain. His brother by everything but blood. "Look at him, medic. I doubt he will still be alive by tommorow. You're wasting your supplies," "General! He isn't dead yet! He just needs time-" "Time that we do not have, soldier. We will move by sunrise tommorow. We are advancing without him,"

A small whine answered the general before the medic could, making both men turn to the weak body on the cot. The general sighs as he walks to the young man's side, placing a gentle hand on a too warm forehead. The captain's eyes were hardly open, but he was conscious and had heard the whole conversation. "I'm sorry, son. You were a good soldier and one of my best men. But this mission is of higher importance," "My men...take care of 'em, sir," "I will. For your own good, you need to let go. You don't need to hold on anymore, son. You've done your part," The medic's hand trembled as he watched the two high ranks.

"m' sorry, sir...dying...is not as easy as I thought," "I know. Which is why I will help you. You don't have to suffer like this anymore, son," The general said as he passed the medic a small packet of white powder. "Sir?" "It's cyanide. Mix some into water and feed it to him tonight," "You're...you're asking me to kill him, sir?" "He's in pain, soldier. You're going to do him a favour,"

The captain was partially conscious now but he had seen the powder. Medic made the mistake of meeting the captain's eyes, seeing the fear in them under the haze of sickness. "I will allow you to bury him properly before we depart. Make sure it is done by sunrise," the general said before leaving the tent.

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Medic cradled his captain's upper torso, the mixed concoction of poison ready in a canteen. The captain's head laid limp against Medic's shoulder. Medic noticed that his captain was trembling.

No, wait. It was him.

He was trembling.

A weak voice pulled the medic out of his haze. "Medic...I...I don't want to die," a voice he didn't recognize said, soft but shaky. "But...you're in...pain. You won't survive anyway-" "I don't wanna die...please...I'm scared..."

Medic put the canteen down, instead wrapping his arms tightly around his captain. The captain was built bigger than medic, but he seemed incredibly small in his brother's arms. "Okay. Okay. You're not going to die, alright? I'm not...I won't do it," "But...the orders..." "Fuck the orders. I am a medic. Your medic. My task is to keep the men alive, not kill them,"

The captain didn't answer, savouring the warmth of his brother holding him.

[cpt-winters]

Forced Surrender - Leader Whump

"I knew you'd come."

Whumper's lips curled into that familiarly sickening smile as the metal gate rolled back, creaking on its hinges as Leader approached.

"I'm here, so let them go," he ordered.

Whumper's fingers waved a vague motion to the henchmen behind, promptly followed by kicking and scrapping against the gravelled ground.

"Get the hell off me!" Teammate One shouted, jerking against their restraints.

Three froze in their tracks, eyes widening as they landed on Leader. "Leader? What are you.."

"We had a deal," Leader answered, steely gaze refusing to break under Whumper's tangible glee.

"What? No- You can't-"

He stood rigid as the henchmen pushed his team past him, holding Whumper's gaze as he got to his knees.

"Leader-" Teammate Two started, desperation seeping into their voice. "Leader, don't do this!"

He set his jaw, composing himself from his teammate's distant pleas as Whumper drew closer, cuffs in hand.

"Leader! Please!"

Leader let out a breath as he drew his wrists together, offering them up to Whumper. He closed his eyes as cold metal wrapped around his skin, the light click of the cuffs a death sentence.

[a-living-canvas]

Cosmic Love

"Eat a little, please?" Caretaker pleaded, holding a spoonful of food in front of Whumpee's lips. It's been a few days since they finally rescued Whumpee from Whumper. But now their little one didn't have an appetite to eat. 

Whumpee shook their heads. Their knees pressed to their chest as they rested their chin on it. Cloudy eyes staring straight at the wall. 

Caretaker sighed, "I don't want you to get sick…just a bite, okay?"

Caretaker brought the spoon to Whumpee's mouth again, but their lips sealed shut. Setting the plate on the bedside table, they caressed Whumpee's hair gently. 

"I worry about you, Whumpee…" Caretaker cupped Whumpee's chin, turning their head to them while smiling sadly. 

A few knocks could be heard from outside. Caretaker slid off the bed gently before opening the door, their eyes lit up as they saw Team Leader on the doorway. 

"Took you long enough." Caretaker stated. Team Leader chuckled. They pulled a green shirt from the shopping bag and showed it to Whumpee. 

"Look, Whumpee. I bought you a shirt, do you like it?"

Caretaker clicked their tongue. They shook their heads in dissappointment.

"Team Leader…team leader…Whumpee doesn't like green, remember? They like blue."

Team Leader frowned, "What? No…! They like green."

"They like blue."

"Green."

"Blue."

"Green!"

"Blue!"

Whumpee watched them from afar. They couldn't help but crack out a smile and chuckled.

Caretaker and Team Leader stopped fighting. They both turned to look at Whumpee in disbelief as their chuckle changed to a full blown laughter.

"What are you guys even fighting about? It's so stupid…!" 

Caretaker immediately walked over to Whumpee and hugged them tightly, smiling as Whumpee still laughing in their embrace. 

Whumpee's laughter died down as they wrapped their arms around Caretaker, chuckling softly. "What's up with you all of a sudden?" 

Caretaker shook their head. "Nothing, Whumpee…nothing."

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Prompt idea by @echoingalaxies

[uriswhumpchamber]

Whumpee looking at the camera, mouthing "you hear this guy?" in the middle of one of Whumper's rants.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumper led Leader through the dungeon halls.

"I can't believe I have the great Leader in my possession. You're here, shackled at the end of my chain", Whumper grinned enthusiastically, "I'm just such a fan of yours. I truly wish we weren't enemies."

"I won't be here long, my team is probably already on the way", Leader looked at them angrily, "I'm only doing this willingly because of my injuries you've caused."

Whumper frowned, and gave a harsh pull to the chain they were leading Leader with.

Leader stumbled forward and dropped to their knees.

"Knock it off", Leader yelled as they tried to stand up again.

"Keep yelling, it goes well with the back ground noise... don't you agree?", Whumper chuckled.

Leader took in the sounds of screams coming from different parts of the dungeon.

"No", Leader watched Whumper start walking and jerked the chain back.

Whumper lost grip of the chain for a second before grabbing it again.

"Okay, you know what?", Whumper frowned as they pulled out a short whip and hit Leader, "behave."

Leader groaned from the impact.

Whumper stopped in front of a cell.

"I'm afraid I don't have any free rooms. Had I known I'd have such an honored guest I would have prepared", Whumper slammed the door open, "for right now, I'm rooming you with Whumpee. I hope you don't mind."

Leader allowed Whumper to lead them into the room and chain them to a length of chain welded to the floor.

Leader eyed a dirty, bloody person curled up on the floor.

"Are they even alive?", Leader watched for movement.

"They were this morning before their beating", Whumper went and grabbed a fistful of hair.

"Yoo-hoo, Whumpee.... you here still?"

The person winced as their head was forced up.

"Yes they're alive... good, I'd hate to see my favorite play thing dead", Whumper chuckled, then looked at Leader.

"If they get to be annoying just tell them to shut up... call a guard if they don't listen. Guards will straighten them right out."

Leader frowned as they watched Whumper leave.

They glanced over at the beaten human, and caught a single eye poking out from under their arms. They quickly buried their face once they were caught.

"Whumpee I presume", Leader sat down.

They cautiously looked up and nodded.

"I'm Leader, I'm glad to meet you", Leader leaned back against the wall.

"Th-thankyou", Whumpee whispered hoarsely, "I hope I won't bother you."

"You won't", Leader smiled, "don't worry."

"Dinner", a guard carried in a flimsy paper plate and handed it to Leader.

Leader looked at the plate and tried to hide their disgust, "Uh, thanks."

The guard went to leave and Leader realized Whumpee hadn't received anything.

"What about them?", Leader called after the guard.

"Trash isn't allowed to eat unless their Master says... if they're lucky Whumper will send them a few table scraps", the guard chuckled before slamming the door.

Whumpee continued to lay down not bothering to look up.

"Whumpee I hate to ask.... how long has it been since you've eaten an actual meal. Not just scraps?", Leader frowned.

Whumpee looked up weakly, "a long time. Honestly I haven't even had scraps for a while either. They get dished out amongst the others being starved. I'm last on the list normally."

"Here eat this", Leader tried to get up and pass the food, "it's not amazing, but it's something at least."

"I can't", Whumpee frowned, "Master will force me to throw it up. They are giving you permission to eat. Many of us prisoners don't get that, enjoy it", Whumpee rested their head on their arms.

Leader's heart sank.

"Can I tell you my dream meal", Whumpee sighed, "I often think about it when I know they're passing food to those allowed to eat. If you don't want to hear it though, I understand."

"No please tell me", Leader insisted, "I don't know if I'll be able to gut this. That might help."

"It's starts with warm freshly baked bread, and soup. I don't care what kind of soup", Whumpee looked up at Leader then at the floor, "I could eat so many different things right now. I remember the team I was with would have pizza every Monday. It was great. I think pizza and salad would follow the soup and bread. Dessert, hmm. A birthday cake, I've missed so many birthdays being here, it's just sounds so good."

Leader watched as Whumpee came to life. This was the most they had said since Leader was brought in there.

"That all sounds delicious... definitely better than this", Leader frowned.

After a few minutes of silence Leader looked at Whumpee who seemed to still be thinking about food.

"You said you belonged to a team?", Leader tried to take another bite, "I can't eat this."

"Yes, we were captured together by Whumper. They managed to break out, but said I'd slow them down because I was injured. I was left behind. I've received multiple beatings on their behalf", Whumpee looked down, "it's hard... I understand that I was the weakest one and injured. I wasn't important and I accepted that. Still I wish to have seen at least a glimmer of sorrow as they slipped out."

Leader stared sadly, "I am truly sorry that your team did that. I lead a team, and I don't think I could ever leave one of my people. We either all get out or not at all. I'm supposed to take care of them, that's why I was made Leader."

"I wish I could have been in your team then", Whumpee sighed, "you are so nice to me. My team was never like that."

"I'm sorry Whumpee", Leader frowned, "I truly am. No one deserves any of this."

During the night, Leader could hear muffled crying in the room.

Leader unfortunately also heard Whumpee's stomach growling. No one had come into the room after Leader was given food. Whumpee wasn't given any scraps, and they were to afraid to eat from Leader's food.

In the morning, Whumpee woke up to the sound of chains clanking around.

They looked up to see Leader studying the shackles.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I'm trying to see how easy this would be to pick", Leader smiled sheepishly, "one of my teammates is really good at picking locks. I'm hoping they will be able to get these undone."

"Do you think they will be coming for you?", Whumpee questioned curiously.

"I hope so, Caretaker and I have a rematch coming up", Leader continued to smile, "though I guess they win by default if I'm here."

The door opened and Whumper came in.

"How did my favorite prisoners sleep last night?", Whumper grinned, "I slept like a baby in my bed."

Whumper menacingly approached Whumpee, "you're not being annoying are you? They are an honored guest."

Whumper kicked Whumpee's side harshly.

Whumpee screamed and cowarded away.

Leader watched in horror.

"Please Master, your slave is being good... I-I'm a good slave", Whumpee cried.

"Stop it", Leader quickly stood.

"What are you going to do about it", Whumper turned and slapped Leader across the face, "you have no power in here."

Whumper shook their head at both of them, "see if either of you receive any food for the next few days", Whumper turned to leave, "we'll see how we are feeling after that."

Whumpee winced as they laid back down.

"Are you okay?", Leader tried to get closer, but was limited by the chains.

Whumpee moved in a way that revealed one of their legs had been amputated at the knee.

"I-I'm okay, are you? You shouldn't have done that, I'm not worth it, now you're in trouble", Whumpee looked down.

"It's okay Whumpee, do not worry about me", Leader sighed, "can I ask what happened to your leg?"

"Do you... do you remember what I said about being injured and my team leaving me. I had gotten badly injured while being captured. I couldn't walk well. After a while, it had gotten infected. Master enjoyed hurting me so much, they decided to amputate me, and help fight the infection. It's healed now... this was a few years ago."

Whumpee moved their leg around to show it more, "it's gross looking, the person who did it was not a doctor, but it healed so that's good. I'd rather have died though."

Into the afternoon a loud explosion made both Whumpee and Leader jump.

Whumpee looked at Leader with concern, "what was that?"

"If I'm not mistaken that was a good sign", Leader grinned, "that sounds like an explosion from Tunnel Rat."

"Tunnel Rat?", Whumpee questioned.

"My explosion expert", Leader got up and tried to look out the window, "they're here."

Whumpee looked down sadly, "that's good."

After about an hour, the door was thrown open.

A gun was pointed in, then two people walked into the room.

"Leader you've been about a pain to rescue", someone complained.

"Sorry Caretaker, this wasn't exactly planned", Leader sighed.

"We've taken control over the entire hideout. Most of the guards have been destroyed. The one named Whumper has been captured, and we are awaiting your orders."

Leader watched as their shackles were removed, then looked at Whumpee happily.

"There are other prisoners here that need to be rescued. They all require medical attention and need food and water. Some are being starved. Do not rest until everyone is accounted for", Leader stepped toward Whumpee, "this one is coming with me, Caretaker meet our new team member."

Whumpee quickly looked up, "yo-you're not leaving me?"

"No, I'm not leaving you", Leader grinned, "I'm going to need someone to help you out though, I just remembered I am fairly injured myself."

Whumpee lay in a med bay bed. They had just received full medical care and were now resting.

Someone came into the room and smiled at them.

"Hello, I don't know if you'll remember me. I'm Caretaker, I carried you out", they came in and sat down.

"Leader talked about you", Whumpee whispered as they tried to sit up.

"I'm going to serve you some broth, I'm waiting for it to warm up. Leader has told me about the meal you want to eat", Caretaker smiled, "I take care of the medical needs of the team by the way."

"Yes", Whumpee nodded.

"We will definitely plan on having that after you get some strength back. We have to let your body get used to food again or you'll get very sick", Caretaker stood, "we will start off slow with the broth and move you to more solid food. After a while we will have fresh baked bread, a delicious soup, pizza, and salad. We will also have some cake. We can have that in celebration of rescuing you prisoners and you joining our team."

Whumpee's smile grew more and more with every word Caretaker said.

"Uhm, is Leader okay. I haven't seen them yet", Whumpee realized.

"Yes, we had to do a tiny surgery on them to fix the injury. Leader is resting now, and will have a full recovery soon", Caretaker went for the door, "I'll be back shortly with the broth, and I'll help you eat."

Two months went by.

Whumpee had to wait a few weeks longer due to a surgery to reamputate their leg. This time, it was done by a real doctor and had healed properly.

"Where are we going Caretaker?", Whumpee looked around the halls as Caretaker pushed their wheelchair.

"It's a surprise", Caretaker chuckled.

Whumpee had almost forgotten about the dream meal they had while in the dungeon.

Leader, Caretaker, and the team made sure Whumpee had all of the best food. Whumpee had settled into the team quite well now. They had even helped several times on different missions.

Caretaker stopped at a room and opened the door.

"It's dark in their", Whumpee whispered.

The light flicked on to reveal the whole team had gathered.

The tables were decorated for a party.

"Surprise", everyone shouted.

"Wow", Whumpee looked around excitedly, "what is all of this?"

"A celebration", Leader walked over smiling and helped Caretaker pull the chair in, "to celebrate our rescue from that place, our recovery, our team. We are so happy to have you as part of our team."

"Really", Whumpee's eyes glistened.

"We don't know why your other team didn't like you. You are awesome on missions and quite skilled", someone called out, "they missed out."

"We have a bit of a spread here", Leader pointed to the table, "you absolutely melted my heart when we were in that dungeon.... remember."

Whumpee nodded.

"I've never forgotten how excited you had gotten when you talked about your dream meal. You came to life.... we had to replicate it", Leader grinned, "of course none of us are bakers, so the bread and cake were made by a bakery."

Whumpee gasped as they remembered and looked over the table.

Sliced breads. Several pots of different soups. Boxes of pizza. Salad. At the end of the table, a giant cake.

"You really did all of this for me?", Whumpee looked at everyone with an air of shame, "I don't deserve this."

"Yes you do", Caretaker chimed in, "we absolutely believe you deserve this."

"We've also decided to have pizza on Mondays from now on", Leader reached for Whumpee, "I know we've already said this dozens of times, but welcome to the team Whumpee, it's an honor."

Whumpee felt tears come to their eyes. They shook as they started to cry.

"Thankyou", Whumpee sobbed, "thankyou so much."

"You're welcome", Leader knelt down in front of Whumpee, holding their hand, "let's get this celebration started."

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[screams-n-shackles]

"If you continue to resist, Leader, it will only get worse. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Leader obviously proceeds to resist.

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I eat this up Like ice cream

[whump-galaxy]

The leader never expected the team to come looking for them. They hoped the others would get as far away as possible, continue the mission without them. They hated being wrong.

They hated being wrong in the worst possible way, when their teammate’s mutilated, unconscious bodies are dropped at their feet.