#whumper tricking whumpee

[whumpy-wyrms]

Trick or Treat!!!👻🍬🍭 🎃

happy halloween!! here’s a little snipped from a future blood runs cold chapter >:3

Silas gripped his arm that had been slashed with the knife. Part of his suit was torn off and fell to the ground. There was a large cut across his arm, dripping blood everywhere. He chuckled.

“Oh, Aspen,” Silas groaned, bringing his bleeding arm to his lips and licking up the blood. “Now, that was unexpected! I didn’t think you had it in you!”

“W-wait,” Aspen sputtered, suddenly realizing he missed. He missed. He was so fucking dead. “I-I’m- I—”

The vampire only smirked at him, and in an instant, Aspen was shoved into the wall behind him, cold body of his captor pressing into his own, his wrists held firmly above his head.

Aspen breathed heavily under the weight of the vampire, tears burning in his eyes. He almost dropped the knife still in his hand, but Silas picked it up and shoved it back into his palm, wrapping Aspen’s fingers tightly around it.

“What? Giving up so soon?” Silas laughed. “C’mon, don’t you wanna finish the job?”

“What?” Aspen breathed.

“You think you can hurt me? Kill me? Then do it. Come on, Aspen, do it again.”

“I-I ca-can’t. I’m sorry, please—”

Silas leaned in closer, so close, too close. He gripped Aspen’s hand tight in his own and led it to his chest. “I know you want to, Aspen. Cut me up. See what happens.”

“I…”

“Because if you think I will die, you are so woefully mistaken. I’m a vampire. I’m already dead. This flimsy little thing can’t do anything to seriously harm me. So do it. It’s safe.”

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

Even with their growing collection of wounds that throb in various degrees of pain, Whumpee does their best to feign sleep. It's hard to keep a lax expression and limp muscles when every fiber in their being was experiencing some sort of discomfort. Still, they tried. They didn't clench their fists until their whole arms trembled, they didn't squeeze their eyes shut, they didn't quicken their breathing...

So why won't Whumper hurry up and go away!?

Whumpee didn't need to open their eyes to know Whumper was still standing over where they had curled up on the floor, their menacing presence making itself known. Giving up the ruse now would only invite some type of punishment for outright ignoring Whumper, or perhaps they would 'awaken' to a teasing smirk that showed Whumper knew they were faking the entire time. Poor Whumpee couldn't even shudder at the thought lest their captor assumed they were coming out of slumber, ready to start the torment anew.

No, instead they heard the shuffle of fabric as Whumper dropped down to crouch on their haunches, a little closer in height to Whumpee's fetal position. Were they examining for a closer look, trying to determine if this was genuine sleep or unconsciousness, plotting their devious idea of how to bring Whumpee's nightmare into reality? The gnawing anxiety in Whumpee's throat that begged to be released in a whimper was almost too much to bear. Perhaps they should drop the act, get whatever Whumper wanted over w-

A warm hand carded through Whumpee's hair. Not roughly, not ripped through the knots or gripping the base of their scalp to yank their neck to the side. The fingers merely glided through, tucking a few strands out of Whumpee's face and smoothing the frizzier sections down with a couple pets. The same hand moved further down to cup their cheek, Whumper's thumb rubbing against the skin to wipe away the remaining grime that hadn't been washed off by tears.

God, Whumpee was just about ready to combust. There was no way Whumper couldn't feel the tension in their jaw from how tightly they were biting down. As much as they were trying to school their facial muscles into neutrality, the unpleasantness of this entire interaction had to be plain as day on their face. It was tempting to snap their eyes open and give Whumper a good shove backwards just to get them the hell away.

What kind of sick game was this anyhow? Who did Whumper think they were fooling with these sweet gestures? Whumpee knew what those hands currently caressing them were capable of. They had experienced far more pain than gentleness, the latter being nonexistent during their captivity. It was unlikely Whumper had a sudden change of heart, yet whatever taunting they were trying to bait Whumpee with was going on for quite a while without a punchline. There was no sudden pinch or verbal admission they knew Whumpee was awake, no thumb digging into their eye socket, no fistful of their hair being yanked up and slammed back down on the floor.

In fact, just a moment of soft touching later, Whumper withdrew their hand and...left. Footsteps faded back and out of the room, punctuated by the sound of the door quietly being shut behind them and a couple locks clicking in place to ensure Whumpee remained inside. It took another full minute of stillness before Whumpee had the courage to open their eyes and confirm they were indeed alone, no more marred than they had been earlier prior to their attempted nap.

How the fuck were they doing to get any rest after that?

[jumpywhumpywriter]

trick or treat

Lol I must do this one with my OC Shadow, the morally-gray snarky anti-hero. And of course Thomas, the kind softie. 😂

Warnings: intimidation, and one big trick-or-treat hater

You knock on the door of the unassuming building, excited and dressed up in your chosen Halloween costume. The sound of stalking steps comes from inside, before the door is roughly yanked open.

"Who in the stars are you and what do you wa--" Shadow's snarl died in her throat, expression turning from grouchy anger to surprise and then confusion at the trick-or-treat bucket you're holding.

"Shadow!" A voice called from behind her. "I told you to play nice!"

"This is me playing nice," Shadow retorted with an exasperated eye roll. "I still don't understand your human tradition of 'knocking on random stranger's doors and hoping they aren't murderers'. Seems a risky gamble, don't you think?"

"Most people aren't murderers!" Thomas barked, appearing next to her in the doorway.

Shadow huffed an annoyed breath, eyeing you distrustfully with eyes full of calculating darkness, like she was mentally sizing you up and analyzing the threat you and your innocent 'candy bucket’ might pose.

"Shadow, when people knock on the door, you need to be less hostile!" Thomas said with a groan.

Shadow threw her hands up and stared at him incredulously. "You told me earlier that Halloween was supposed to be spooky and scary! I'm naturally terrifying! Would you make up your mind?!" She snapped. "And I had to stop halfway through sharpening my blades for this nonsense!"

Thomas scowled and pushed past her to step out the door, extending a bucket full of candy toward you. "Sorry about the menace," he apologized kindly with an easy smile. "She's socially inept. Here's some candy for you! Take as much as you want, we haven't had any other visitors yet."

"That's because I already scared them off when your back was turned you useless white crayon," Shadow grumbled behind him. "Blasted trick-or-treat-whatevers."

Thomas cut her a sharp warning look before returning to his smile, shoving the candy bucket toward you. "Go ahead and take your pick."

Shadow loomed behind him, staring at you intensely with a cruel smirk full of malice as she mouthed a single word:

Run.

If anyone requests, I'd be willing to do a short follow-up post later showing Shadow's response to whatever the most popularly voted reaction is.

Follow up for "Take Candy, THEN Run"

Follow up for "Politely take a small handful of candy, secretly returning Shadow's look, unphased"

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[whumperer-86]

Saved by a friend * Heavenly Idol ep07

[martyr-inthedark]

Favorite Food

Tw: food whump, aftermath of torture, unreliable narrator, unreality

"Whumpee, what is your favorite food?"

Whumpee's eyes snapped to look up towards Whumper (not at him, never to look at him).

"S-sorry, sir?" It's best to ask for clarification than to do anything too soon. It was a lesson that caused Whumpee to chip a few too many teeth. Their heart pounded in their ears. It's been so long since they've heard their own name.

"I said," Whumper's fingers tapped the table he was sitting at, and his nose crinkled, "Whumpee, what is your favorite food?"

Dread swelled in Whumpee's chest. There was a right answer, surely. They took a breath, a whimper escaping their throat. Did they really have a say? Was this just another trick? A test Whumpee was doomed to fail? There were two options. They could be honest, and risk Whumper ruining another part of their identity. Or, they could lie, and Whumper could punish them for lying (he knew every time, the bastard-).

"Everything okay?" An intense blush filled Whumpee's pale face. Shit. Shit, they took too long. There was a right answer to this riddle. There had to be.

"Sorry, my lord. I am only deserving of what you give me," Whumpee finally choked out. They did not see but rather felt Whumper's eyes fall on their face for the first time all day. They could do nothing under his gaze except tremble on their knees and silently pray for mercy. They sat listening to the gentle 'hmph' from their master.

Whumpee flinched when Whumper stroked their hair, their first sign of affection in a long time. Whumpee wilted into their hand as cold finger tips traced down the side of their head, pushing hair behind their ear, falling down their cheek and finally landing under their chin. Whumpee's lip trembled as their gaze was directed to Whumper's fierce expression.

"Oh, my poor doll," Whumper tsked. Whumpee's new tears followed the same route Whumper's fingers did just moments before. "Whumpee, what is your favorite food?"

"I'm sorry," Whumpee started, mostly to soothe the risk that Whumper was getting frustrated with them, but also to buy themselves a moment to think. They had not thought of their favorite food in so long, after realizing that going home was not an option (anything to ease the pain of loss). Thinking back to a time that felt far away, it came to them, what they missed most. "I'm s-my apologies, sir. Um. I really love... it's hard to pick. Potato soup, or really any soup. Mostly potatoes. Sir."

"That's really interesting." Whumper let go of their chin and their eyes finally fell to their rightful place on the floor.

"Sorry," Whumpee whispered, falling quiet once more. They braced themselves for a bitter insult, a smack on the back of the head, anything, and nothing ever came. They continued to silently cry. What was Whumper going to do? They answered the question. Was it right? The not-knowing was killing them. How could they be good for Master if they didn't know what he wanted?

...

Evening rolled around and Whumper beckoned Whumpee to sit at the table. Dinner had been set, and Whumpee sank into their seat, not wishing to further annoy their master. It wasn't unusual for Whumper to want Whumpee to sit with them. However, it was rare that they had a plate or bowl, and the conversation from earlier still haunted their day. Whumper gestured, and Whumpee lifted the cover off their meal, and—

Potato soup.

Slack-jawed and wide-eyed they dared to look up at Whumper. This wasn't for them, it couldn't be. Whumper had already started eating, and though he had his mouth full, he commanded Whumpee to eat. Tears swelled in their eyes and they shook their head. They weren't supposed to eat until Master was done.

"Whumpee," Whumper warned.

Whumpee flinched. Whumper's chair scraped against the floor as he stood up. Whumpee shuttered at every slow step toward them. Finally, Whumper crouched down below Whumpee, taking their quivering hands.

"Look at me, sweetheart," Whumper said, gently stroking Whumpee's forearm. Whumpee sniffled and did as asked. Whumpee, for the first time all day, saw Caretaker's loving and concerned eyes. "The soup is for you, Whumpee. Just for you. You can eat it, or not eat it. Whenever you want. If you want to wait for me to leave, that is okay. If you want to eat it now, that is okay, too. Your decision is safe here, okay?"

Whumpee nodded, and wept. And they wept hard. No sniffles. No simple tears. They properly wept as Whumper-no-Caretaker pulled their starving frame into a hug.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"I'm so sorry, Caretaker." All Whumpee could do was breathe out the words between sobs. They never felt more broken, more irreparable, than right there in the reality of Caretaker's arms.

"I know, doll, I know. You don't have to be."

"I thought—I must be an awful person—I thought you were him."

"You're okay. You're not in trouble. I'm glad you see me, now. I'm glad you're here."

Whumpee felt sick of themselves. They wished for a day they could wake up in the morning and feel whole. They wished for a day they weren't afraid of blinking wrong. They wished for a day where they could just eat their favorite food and it not be cold from waiting on them to get over their meltdown.

[thestudsystem]

What about a pet/conditioned Whumpee wearing a collar, out in public with Whumper, who is holding the leash attached to the collar. Sometimes Whumper would make Whumpee sit, roll over, do tricks, even to go far as to give them dog food and call them a good boy for it.

But eventually, bystanders file a complaint to the police of public indecency and strange behavior of both Whumpee and Whumper.

When the police arrive, they find that Whumpee isn't speaking, Whumpee won't say a single word. Only shake their head and stick their tongue out at the police in annoyance.. how these men would dare to separate them and their owner.

Then eventually, Whumpee finds themselves in custody of the police, being interrogated.

"Is the man abusing you?" "Are you being held against your will?" "Is that your father?"

And Whumpee is confused, these mean people are keeping their owner in another room.. are they hurting him? no, don't respond. Don't give these people anything. they aren't your owner-

So they contact a citizen offered for special occasions to come in by police, a somebody with a case yet still opened.

It's caretaker.

Whumpee and caretaker exchange a look at each other, both not taking their eyes off each other. Whumpee in a collar sat down in the interrogation seat, and Caretaker all dressed up, standing in the doorway.

"That's them, officer. that's Whumpee."

And Whumpee breaks.

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee had spent their entire life with the whumper, so punishment and torture was something they expected out of everyone- but their enemies, the people the whumper had raised them to hate- were so kind. The whumpee would be given blankets and food without anything being expected in return. At first it all felt like a trick, but eventually the whumpee didn’t care- lie or not, they preferred their new life.

[serickswrites]

Lie Still

@lurkingwhump gave me such a delightful idea for this little piece

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, wounds, rescue, unconsciousness, bed side vigil, hospital, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

The world Whumpee lived in was hazy. Hazy and narrow. Logically they knew this meant they weren't going to live much longer, that Whumper had gone too far and cut too deep. Logically they knew that they were bleeding out and would be gone soon. But they were too tired and too cold to care.

They were so tired. They could barely keep their eyes open. Each time their eyes drifted closed, they knew they had to open them again. They couldn't let the last few moments of their life slip away with closed eyes. Even if the world was hazy.

Sounds were muffled and distorted. They thought they had heard Whumper talking to them. Then the sound of a fight. But that didn't make sense. Whumper had them all alone. There was no one else here. Perhaps their mind was playing tricks on them.

But their mind played the cruelest trick of all: Caretaker. They could hear Caretaker calling to them. They began to cry as they realized it was their dying brain trying to soothe them. To give them one last measure of comfort as they faded into oblivion.

"Whumpee, darling, it's ok, you're ok. I've got you," Caretaker murmured in Whumpee's ear.

Whumpee sobbed harder as they lay there, the hallucination of Caretaker stroking their hair as shadows moved in and out of their field of vision. Even though Caretaker was supposed to be a measure of comfort, it hurt Whumpee. Hurt worse than the pain of being cut open repeatedly by Whumper. Hurt more than any torture Whumper had done. Because Caretaker wasn't here, but Whumpee wanted them. Wanted them more than anything.

"Keep your eyes open, darling. You're doing so great. Please, come on. Look at me, Whumpee. I've got you."

Whumpee wanted to look at the hallucination. Wanted to listen to Caretaker's voice. Because even if Caretaker wasn't really here, they were soothed. As Whumpee let themself fade into oblivion, they could have sworn they heard their hallucination crying softly.

***

Caretaker froze the moment they entered into Whumper's torture chamber. Whumpee was restrained to a metal table in the center of the room, their abdomen and chest cut to ribbons, their blood flowing over the edges of the table and onto the floor. The floor was slick with Whumpee's blood.

"What did they do to you, Whumpee?" Caretaker muttered as they hurried over. The medic had called for them to hurry, that they weren't too late, but it was close.

They could see Whumpee was blinking slowly, their breathing shallow. Between the deep slash marks in their body and blood loss, Caretaker knew Whumpee was going into shock. And if they lost consciousness, Caretaker wasn't sure they would wake up. "I'm here, Whumpee."

Whumpee was unresponsive to their words. "Whumpee, darling, it's ok, you're ok. I've got you," Caretaker murmured in Whumpee's ear.

They were unsure where they could touch Whumpee. Between the team of medics working to stabilize Whumpee and all the injuries on their body, Caretaker wasn't sure where wouldn't hurt. They stroked Whumpee's hair and murmured in Whumpee's ear.

"Keep your eyes open, darling. You're doing so great. Please, come on. Look at me, Whumpee. I've got you."

It didn't matter how much they begged Whumpee to keep awake. They knew Whumpee wouldn't be conscious for much longer. Their only hope was that the medic had done enough to stop the bleeding to get Whumpee to the hospital.

But as they watched Whumpee's eyes close, no longer fluttering open, panic gripped Caretaker's heart. As Whumpee took a stuttering breath and went still beneath the medic's hands, Caretaker looked around, desperate to find any help.

"It's ok, Caretaker, I gave them something to make transport easier," the medic reassured Caretaker. "I'm going to try and dress some of these, it's going to hurt. I want them to be comfortable."

As Whumpee was whisked away from them, Caretaker tried to swallow past the lump in their throat. Whumpee would live. Whumpee had to live. Caretaker wouldn't be able to living in a world without Whumpee.

***

"What did they do to you, darling?" Caretaker whispered to the near silent room. They had taken up residence in the chair next to Whumpee's bed the moment the doctor said that they could. Whumpee hadn't woken yet, no one was sure when, or even if, Whumpee would wake up.

The only thing that told Caretaker that Whumpee was still alive was the whirring and hissing of the ventilator and the steady, regular beeps of the heart monitor. Whumpee was alive. Whumpee was alive. They weren't too late. They squeezed Whumpee's hand. "Please come back to me, darling. I'm here. I've got you. Please come back to me."

Death would not be good enough for Whumper. Caretaker was going to rip Whumper apart limb from limb the moment Whumpee was stable enough for them to leave. Caretaker couldn't risk leaving and having Whumpee fade away to nothing.

Caretaker's rage was nearly all consuming. To be angry, to be ready to destroy Whumper felt so much better than to give into the terror that had been gripping Caretaker's heart since they found Whumpee. Since they nearly lost Whumpee.

Whumpee was strong. They were a fighter. Caretaker kept reassuring themself that Whumpee would wake soon. That Whumpee would be ok. That they would heal. They wouldn't lose Whumpee. Whumpee would be ok.

Caretaker didn't want to imagine what would happen otherwise.

***

"Darling, you have to stay in bed," Caretaker urged Whumpee four days later.

Whumpee lay against the pillows, their face glistening with sweat. But they had the look of determination on their face that Caretaker knew was dangerous. "Darling, you are still so weak. Please, please lay back."

"I....I am tired of....being in bed." Whumpee's speech was still stilted, every word and effort for them to get enough breath to speak. Whumper had injured their lungs. Whumpee was determined to stand today. They pushed off again and tried to rise.

"Darling, you will tear your stitches. Please, lay back. For me?" Caretaker put a gentle hand on Whumpee's shoulder and guided them back down to the pillows.

Whumpee didn't want to admit it, but Caretaker was right. They were so exhausted. What little energy they had evaporated with their attempt to sit up in bed. "Maybe....maybe I....could nap....for a while."

Caretaker smiled softly at Whumpee. "I think that's a great idea, darling." Caretaker took Whumpee's hand in their and squeezed. "I'll watch over you. Rest, please, darling."

Whumpee's eyelids slipped closed as they could no longer fight the weight. "Love you," Whumpee muttered as sleep claimed them again.

"I love you, too," Caretaker said as they leaned down and kissed Whumpee's forehead.

Which is why they were going to end Whumper at the first opportunity they could. Caretaker knew that their colleagues wouldn't let them get close to Whumper. Wouldn't let them be alone in a room. Still, there was always the opportunity for something. Because death was not good enough for Whumper. Not after everything they put Whumpee through.

"Sleep, darling, I'll keep you safe. I'll always keep you safe. I love you so much, darling," Caretaker murmured again as they watched Whumpee relax into a deeper sleep.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumpee obediently sat off to the side of Whumper's feet while Whumper flipped through the TV channels.

"Nothing on TV today", Whumper sighed and glanced at Whumpee, "pet?"

Whumpee hurried to their knees and crawled to Whumper. They then laid their head on Whumper's lap to wait for head pats or a command.

Whumper squeezed Whumpee's cheeks lovingly, "I am so bored, you got anything to entertain me, I don't care what."

Whumpee thought for a minute and had a thought. Would it be too much they questioned. 'I can test it', Whumpee thought to themself.

They crawled toward the coffee table and eyed a cup of water Whumper was sipping on. They eyed Whumper, who was watching them curiously. They raised a shaky hand towards it.

"No bad pet", Whumper stated, but still with a smile, "no making messes."

Whumpee laid their head on the coffee table and tried their best to make puppy dog eyes. They mustered a whine.

"Thanks for trying", Whumper smiled, "do you need to go outside?"

Whumpee jumped back and crawled towards the door excitedly; ready to go relieve themself. Whumper didn't pick up on their signs earlier.... they had to go bad now.

Whumper scrolled on their phone while Whumpee wandered around the yard.

"Hmm, things every pet should know how to do", Whumper spoke to themself as they started to read a post, "maybe we can work on a new trick."

"Muzzle training", Whumper snickered to themself. They had tried to do muzzle training a few months ago, but Whumpee had no interest at all. It ended in a horrible mess, and Whumper swore never again.

Whumper looked up at Whumpee for a few moments.

"I would like to have them muzzle trained, just to say they were. I would never cover their cute face", Whumper smiled.

"Use peanut butter or whip cream...", Whumper began to read.

Whumper dug through their closet until they found Whumpee's muzzle.

They tried it on themself first.

"Yep, that should still fit comfortably", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee was playing with a toy in the living room when Whumper came in carrying the muzzle, a training clicker, and a whipped cream can.

Whumpee nervously backed away until they bumped into the wall.

"Whumpee come", Whumper sat on the ground, "come on", they sounded cheerful.

Whumpee continued to stare at Whumper nervously. They tried to back even farther into the wall. There was no other exit, Whumper had trapped them. The only way out was trying to run past them or if the wall would move.

"Whumpee, come here", Whumper said a little sterner.

Whumpee shuddered at the stern voice and slowly started to crawl toward Whumper.

"You know better than to disobey", Whumper scolded, "are you a good Whumpee or not?"

"Good Whumpee", Whumpee whispered.

"Then prove it", Whumper held up the muzzle, "I would like you to be trained with this. It's not something permanent, I just want you to be able to do it."

Whumpee looked at the muzzle questioningly.

"I just washed it as well", Whumper patted Whumpee's head, "you'll be alright. I promise I won't let anything hurt you."

Whumpee whined lowly.

"Okay go ahead and give it a sniff", Whumper held it to Whumpee's face.

Whumpee sniffed over the torture device.

*Click... click*

Whumper clicked the clicker to tell Whumpee they did good.

Whumper smiled as they offered Whumpee a treat.

"And sniff again", Whumper held up the muzzle.

Whumpee did as they were told a little quicker this time.

*Click... click*

"Good job Whumpee", Whumper grinned, "I think you'll like this next part, though it's going to be a bit messy."

Whumper sprayed a dab of whipped cream into the muzzle and held it up to Whumpee.

"Clean it up", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee cautiously leaned into the muzzle and gave a small lick before they realized what it was. They lapped the rest up in seconds.

"Muzzle yourself", Whumper made a command.

Whumpee looked up with concern. 'What?', they questioned to themself.

Whumper sprayed more whipped cream into the muzzle and held it up for Whumpee, "clean."

Whumpee quickly leaned into the muzzle and lapped up the sweet cream.

"Muzzle yourself", Whumper commanded again.

Whumpee looked up with a questioning look and cocked their head to the side.

*Click... click*

Whumpee happily received another treat.

"You're doing so good", Whumper stood, "I'll be right back... stay."

Whumper reached for the whipped cream can and sprayed a tiny bit under Whumpee's nose.

They chuckled as they watched Whumpee work to lick the cream off.

Whumper came back with a cleaned muzzle.

"I thought this would be a little messier, but you are doing so good", Whumper sat down again.

"Muzzle yourself", Whumper held up the muzzle.

Without thought, Whumpee leaned into the muzzle. They were disappointed when their was no more cream.

The muzzle suddenly tightened and was locked into place.

Whumpee quickly backed away from Whumper and started to frantically shake their head and paw at the muzzle. They rolled around the floor wildly.

Whumper watched them get their angst out, completely unbothered by Whumpee.

After a few minutes Whumpee made a tired huff and gasped for air.

"You done?", Whumper sighed, "if you come here I'll spray some whipped cream into your mouth."

Whumpee pawed at the muzzle again, before finally crawling to Whumper.

"Alright open your mouth" Whumper held up the can and stuck it into a slot and sprayed the cream into Whumpee's waiting mouth.

After a few minutes Whumper removed the muzzle and let Whumpee rub their face.

"Let's try again", Whumper held up the muzzle, "muzzle yourself."

Whumpee pawed at the clicker and whined.

"No, no clicks until you perform satisfactorily", Whumper shook their head, "muzzle yourself."

Whumpee leaned into the muzzle and shuddered as they felt it tighten and lock.

It took them everything not to try and shake it off again.

Whumper grinned as they sprayed more whipped cream into the muzzle.

Whumpee happily lapped it up again.

*Click... click*

Whumpee coveted that sound.

"Very good job Whumpee", Whumper happily removed the muzzle, "you did so good. I think you will have this down after a few more training sessions."

Whumpee happily rolled on the floor.

"Such a good Whumpee... are you my good Whumpee?", Whumper cooed.

Whumpee happily trotted to Whumper.

"Come here, such a good pet", Whumper praised as they hugged Whumpee tightly, "though you are absolutely sticky from the whipped cream."

"Let's give you one more spray before we get you cleaned up", Whumper held up the can and sprayed into Whumpee's mouth.

After giving Whumpee a bath, Whumper finally settled back on the couch.

Whumpee rested on the floor right under them.

"Let's see if there is anything good on TV now", Whumper reached for the remote, "if not, we might have to find another trick to learn.

Whumpee quietly pleaded that Whumper found something interesting to watch.

"Oh good... you're in luck Whumpee. The new season is out", Whumper chuckled, "I guess you get a break for the rest of today."

Whumpee happily rested their head on a pillow Whumper had given them earlier in the day.

'Thank goodness', Whumpee sighed in relief.

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[defire]

Cool things you can do if you have a martial artist whumper

Every time they inflict pain it's intentional, and they both know it.

They would know how to do joint locks, nerve pokes etc

The best thing about a joint lock is that it forces whumpee to choose between crumpling (or falling etc as the case may be), or getting something pulled out of joint

And it hurts leading up to it. So imagine whumper has the arm twisted behind whumpee and is questioning them. If they don't answer correctly, the twist gets a little tighter.

They also know how to cause pain without very much damage. Use this as a threat or a method of beating someone into shape.

They don't need to have goons or have whumpee tied for them to feel helpless. they know they couldn't take whumper in a fight.

They can slap hard enough to knock you out. Cue the gaslighting "all I did was slap you"

These whumpers would be great for a domestic whumper or an evil boss

They would have blind spots to exploit if whumpee can calm down. Like just have a gun and keep your distance.

They often are trained in psychological tricks to diffuse a situation or intimidate someone. these could both be useful...

Also if your whumpee is just barely familiar with whumper's techniques, they would be that much more intimidated by their skill level.

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

An idea: whumpee bound with their hands behind their back and a collar around their neck.

The key is dangling from the collar, right against their throat

YOU. I LIKE YOU.

Make sure their hands/wrists are also attached to a wall or smth though, otherwise they’ll just use the trick™️ to bring their hands to the front.

BUT YES YES YES. Oh imagine that helplessness, the humiliation— having the literal key to your freedom so close yet so far. A perfect taunt. Bonus if whumper pulls them forward by and/or generally manhandles them by the key.

[fleur-a-whump]

Overloaded (#4)

Rocky Reunions Pt. 1

Surprise! This shit went FAST.

Guys I’m so excited. Caretaker has joined the chat! Fair warning, our caretaker cusses like a sailor (aka I’m indulging my fondness for the word fuck)

CW: physical violence, electrocution, shock collar, hero whumper, ex-villain whumpee, veiled threats

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Kai was idling in the hall, absolutely dreading the impending meeting. He knew it was important; knew the reasoning behind regular Hero League briefings. But they were just so boring.

He had sent his team ahead of him into the massive semi-circle auditorium that was currently filling to the brim with just about every hero in the League. If he already wasn’t looking forward to spending the whole meeting sitting still, he definitely didn’t feel like going in early and suffering small talk with teams he didn’t know.

He was planning to pace the hall just outside one of the main entrances until the meeting started, but the weird looks he’s getting combined with the cacophony of chattering heroes spilling out quickly becomes too much. He wanders deeper into the maze of hallways as he tries not to think about what the meeting will be about. He’s sure it will either stress him out or piss him off. Or both. That’s happened before.

There was a bathroom down this hallway. Figures he’d make his way to water. He lets his core pull him even closer, feeling the water flow all around him through the pipes. Kai turns the sink’s faucet just long enough to manipulate some water flow through the air. He sends it flying back and forth between and around his hands, playing with it like a fidget toy. The water flattens down to a thin disk between his hands before he pops it up to spin on the tip of his finger. It was his newest trick he’d been working on.

Kai is suddenly startled by a rough groan and a shaky, quiet voice exhaling a curse. The precarious disk splashes down over his hand as he loses his concentration. He shakes it off as he peeks down the bathroom corridor. The stalls are all open, but he can make out someone kneeling in the last one.

He sighs as he moves towards it, knowing he’ll probably regret it. He knocks lightly as he edges his way in.

“You good, man?” he calls.

The man kneeling in front of the toilet nods and takes a breath, only to lurch forward, dry heaving. He shudders violently in his crouched position, swaying.

Kai is behind him in a moment, steadying him by one shoulder. He stands there sort of awkwardly while he makes sure the dude isn’t about to crack his skull on the tile.

“Is, uh, is there anyone I could get to help you maybe?” he asks, equal parts concerned and uncomfortable.

It seems like the man hesitates before shaking his head. He spits into the toilet one last time before slowly, shakily rising to his feet. Kai backs off to give him space. He wipes his mouth and flushes the toilet before turning towards Kai.

Time seems to slow as the man turns towards him. Kai’s eyes narrow as he meets unmistakeable bright blue eyes and curly brown hair, mussed and sweaty but recognizable. Despite not wearing his typical gas mask-like villain disguise, Kai’s all but sure he’s looking at a notorious villain.

“Tinker?”

Tinker stiffens just slightly, enough to confirm Kai’s suspicions.

He lunges.

Two pipes on either side of the villain suddenly burst at the pull of the superhero’s powers. Water rushes fast and unforgiving, slamming into the villain’s chest with sufficient force to throw him into the tiled wall. Kai directs the water to pin and encase his charged hands for good measure. He lets out a strangled groan at the pain of being thrown into the wall and gasps to catch his breath.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Kai growls.

He lets out a breathy chuckle as he adapts to the situation, scrutinizing Kai for a moment. “Nalu! I missed you, man. Didn’t you miss me?” the villain jokes with a playful grin, only a slight strain to his words hinting at the immense pressure of water on his chest.

“I'm not fucking playing around, Tinker,” he snaps. “Look around. We're in a bathroom. I could drown you without even trying.” His powers pull at the water just beyond his fingertips, ratting the pipes and fixtures for good measure.

Tinker's grin melts off his face, just fast enough that Kai knows it was a front. “Look man, I'm supposed to be here. I promise, just ask Miguel Toro, ask Shadow.”

“How the fuck do you know that name?”

“I—because, dude!” Tinker bursts, then immediately flinches slightly at his own outburst. Kai raises an eyebrow at him, and Tinker sighs with another little groan.

“I-I know him because, I told you, I’m supposed to be here. I’m on his team,” Tinker says in measured words, clearly trying to control his frustration.

Kai glares down at him, trying to read the kid. He was a few inches shorter than Kai and looked skinnier than he’d last seen him. Dark circles like bruises stained his under his eyes, making his already intense blue eyes stand out even more. He’s slightly green still—a subtle sheen of sweat across his forehead—from being sick. From this close, he could just make out the faint edge of a bruised jaw and cheek covered with makeup. The kid doesn’t look too hot. Weird.

Most importantly, though, Kai can’t see any sign the villain is lying. He is a villain and being a good liar is practically Villain 101, but Kai can’t imagine how he could possibly know Shadow’s real name besides him now, bizarrely, being with the Hero League.

He sighs, easing back on the water pressure. Tinker drags in a deep breath.

“What do you mean you’re supposed to be here?” Kai prods.

“I’m—the new villain reform initiative, I’m the guinea pig. I came to the Hero League; they—they’re giving me a chance,” the villain says quietly.

Kai scrutinizes him one more moment before sighing and pulling the water away from. The kid slumps against the wall when he’s released, breathing heavily. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Tinker was more hyperventilating with fear than anything else. But this is Psychosis’ protege; he’s one of the most notorious new villains in the city. He's bested Kai several times. There’s no way he’s that afraid.

Kai forces the water back into the pipes he burst, wincing slightly at the damage. Two very burst pipes and maybe a dozen destroyed tiles. Plus the holes in the wall. He might’ve gotten a little carried away again. He grabs the villain’s arm tightly, freezing the holes in the pipes shut and making a mental note to let his supervisor know. Mari was gonna kill him. Six pipes this month. He sighs and shakes his head.

“Come on, let’s go find Miguel,” Kai grinds out, frustrated that this was now his problem. He pulls the pliant villain out of the bathroom with a tight grip on his arm.

They make their way through the halls in tense silence, only occasionally interrupted by Kai’s huffing and annoyed grumbling as it takes longer and longer to find Miguel in the maze of hallways around the auditorium.

Kai is just about ready to start yelling again when he suddenly feels a sharp, painful jolt of electricity shoot up his arm. He swears loudly, dropping the villain’s arm as fast as he can. He’s about to burst some more pipes in preparation for a fight when he realizes Tinker has yelped in clear pain and completely collapsed to the ground. The kid’s muscles are so tense it looks painful as he twitches and groans on the floor.

What the fuck, Kai thinks.

He crouches next to the villain, who’s clearly in severe pain, not sure what to do. Since when did Tinker’s electricity hurt him? Kai’s seen him use his powers plenty of times before, and he’s never seen anything like this. Is this some kind of weird trap? He doesn’t touch the kid, not wanting to get shocked himself, but his hands hover over him, not sure what to do.

Eventually, it seems like the electricity that’s rendering the villain totally immobile subsides and he gasps, tears suddenly spilling over. He shakes and quivers through the aftershocks, gulping oxygen. His pain seems too genuine for this to be a trap.

He puts his hand on the kid’s arm and he flinches like he’s been burned. The kid whimpers in pain, eyes glazed over and not quite there. Kai realizes he’s mumbling something under his breath and leans closer. He can just barely make out what the kid is saying.

“I-I’ll be g-good, I’m sorry. I’m trying, p-please, I’m s-sorry,” he stutters.

Kai grabs his arms a little more firmly this time and doesn’t let go even when the villain flinches again. He shakes the trembling kid lightly, trying to get him to snap out of it.

“Tinker? Come on, man. What the hell is going on?”

Tinker’s eyes eventually clear. He blinks up at Kai—so openly vulnerable and confused and scared that it startles him. He’s not sure what to do with that, so he decides to focus on anchoring Tinker in the moment, clearing his throat.

“There you are. You good?”

Tinker gives him a hesitant and shaky nod that’s not really convincing. Kai watches as the kid blinks a few times and a clearly well-practiced mask slips into place, hiding the raw emotions he just witnessed. He struggles to push himself into a sitting position, and Kai helps him sit up.

“What the fuck was that?” Kai asks when he seems more lucid.

“Uh, it’s—well, it’s a warning. Miguel must be l-looking for me. I-I have to get back to him, like now,” he says, a little panicked.

He struggles to his feet before Kai can do anything to help. He has to stand quickly himself to steady the villain before he crashes to the floor again. His steps are clumsy and unsteady, but urgent as he looks around, trying to find his way back to Miguel.

Kai hurries after him, even more confused and alarmed now.

“Wait, what the fuck do you mean ‘a warning’? Was that not your powers?”

Tinker shakes his head, pulling the collar of his shirt to the side wordlessly to expose a thin metal ring around his neck. Like a collar.

“Again, and I cannot stress this enough, what the fuck?” Kai exclaims.

The villain shakes his head, dismissing Kai’s question, and suddenly lets out a very relieved sigh when he peaks around the corner.

“Miguel! I’m right here!”

Kai follows after the villain, now jogging towards Toro.

Miguel does not look happy. “Get the fuck over here, Jasper. Where the hell did you go?”

Jasper? Kai thinks. It’s strange to think of the villain as anything other than his villain moniker.

Jasper slows slightly, nerves returning to his shaking frame. “I-I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I was sick and, and then, uh,” he breaks off, looking back pleadingly at Kai for support.

Kai’s really not sure why he opens his mouth. But he does.

“Yeah, I, uh, held him up. That’s my bad.” It wasn’t technically a lie. He fixes his gaze on the team leader, “Um, he’s on your team, Miguel?” he asks.

“We’re keeping an eye on him.”

Kai could swear he sees Jasper deflate a little out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re getting ready to hear about it. Why don’t you head in to sit with your team, Kai? We’ve gotta go get Tinker here set up,” Miguel says, stiffly, grabbing Jasper’s arm tightly and starting to tug him away.

Jasper looks back at him once more, gratefulness and something else hard to read, something maybe like resigned fear, swirling in his eyes.

Kai watches the pair go, Miguel pulling Jasper close by the collar of his shirt as he drags him down the hall, whispering something sharp and terse in his ear. The villain tenses, stiff but yet still pliant in Miguel’s grip.

Kai sighs to himself.

What the fuck.

~~~

Grumpy caretaker is grumpy! Not sure when or how that happened because I really didn’t plan on him being grumpy he just kinda manifested that way lmao. He a little confused but he’ll get the spirit I promise. Elijah might have to bully him into it a little bit tho.

tags!! hello again!! I love you!! I hope this actually works this time!! lmk if you wanna be added or removed anytime :)

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[jumpywhumpywriter]

Trick or treat!

This is a continuation of the other trick-or-treat request I fulfilled HERE. I promised a follow-up on the voting poll associated with it, so here it is! The most popular choice on the poll was "grab candy, THEN run". So voila!

Shadow loomed behind him, staring at you intensely with a cruel smirk full of malice as she mouthed a single word:

Run.

You pause, debating if it's safe to reach for the bowl of candy Thomas was holding out when there was very real danger standing right behind him, looking like a lethal predator prepared to strike. You suddenly feel a whole lot like prey.

You hesitate, then get an idea. You glance over Shadow's shoulder, widening your eyes more than they already are with fear, and she falls for it, frowning and craning her head around to see what has you frightened besides herself.

But most importantly, taking her eyes off you. For a split second.

You act fast, grabbing a massive handful of candy from Thomas's offered bowl and shoving it into your own bucket, not caring that you spill loose candy everywhere on the porch in your haste. Then you run, taking off at a dead sprint as you flee before anyone can react and before Shadow can give chase.

Shadow's head snaps back toward you as you make your escape, dawning realization followed by anger clouding her blue eyes.

"Why that little--"

"Shadow! No," Thomas stepped in front to block her as she took an angry step forward to retaliate against you for tricking her. "Let it go, okay? Do you have to take everything so seriously? It's Halloween, for goodness sake! It's just a fun holiday, geez."

Shadow scowled viciously at him, but let out a sigh, reluctantly stepping back into the house as you run away to safety.

"Stupid Halloween nonsense," she grumbled under her breath.

Thomas rubbed his face with his palms, exasperated. "I don't know why I thought teaching you human traditions was a good idea," he groaned. "Can't you do anything without picking a fight with people?! I probably couldn't even take you to a grocery store without you murdering someone! Ugh, I'm never inviting you to participate in something like this again..."

"Probably for the better," Shadow chuckled. She turned around, intentionally swatting Thomas hard in the face with her wing to make a point as she did.

And you successfully escaped to live another day.

I'm pretty sure we can all agree Shadow's dark and morally-gray character is hilarious, right?

Masterlist - main whump stories

Masterlist #2 - stories specifically with Shadow and Thomas

@scoundrelwithboba @lumpofsand @isikedmyself878 @iamheretohurt @fleur-a-whump

@ay5ksal @otterfrost @sausages-things @togzy

@whump-till-ya-jump @cravesunconditionallove @whumpwritinglover222

[a-living-canvas]

Reeks of Someone Else

It's a warm, rainy night. Whumpee slept comfortably on their bed, blanket wrapped around their figures. Warm and fluffy. Warm and drowsy. Warm and—

A finger slowly, gently, traced the palm of their hand. Drawing circular motion around it as Whumpee shifted on their position. The touch felt awfully familiar. Was it Caretaker? Or was it…

Whumper.

Whumpee opened their eyes wide as they sat up and backed away to the wall, hiding their face behind the pillow. Their body were trembling as tears slid down their cheeks. It must be Whumper, wanting to take them away again. They could feel their presence, slowly climbing up on the bed. 

"Please…please…don't take me away, please!" Whumpee pleaded. They couldn't bear the thought of living with Whumper again. They couldn't handle the constant pain anymore. Please…please…have some mercy on me…

"Whumpee?"

Caretaker put a hand on Whumpee's shoulder, making them flinch.

"No! No! Please!"

Caretaker grabbed Whumpee's arms, turning their body to them. 

"Whumpee, calm down!"

Whumpee's eyes filled with tears as they looked back at Caretaker. "C-caretaker…"

"Yes, it's me…" they stroked Whumpee's hair gently. Whumpee finally calmed down a little, but then they spoke with a serious tone.

"Caretaker, I think…I think Whumper is here…"

Caretaker tilted their head, "Whumper is here?"

Whumpee nodded, wrapping their hands around Caretaker's. "Yes, he…he must be hiding somewhere. He traced my palm just now…he…he always liked to do that…!"

Caretaker shook their heads, "Nobody's here, Whumpee. It's just me."

"You traced my palm earlier?"

"Well, no but—"

"Then who?!" 

Caretaker flinched. "I…I don't know…it might be your mind playing tricks on you."

Whumpee stared at Caretaker with a disappointed gaze before walking towards every corner of the room. They opened the closet, throwing all the clothes to the floor before moving to search under the bed.

"He must be here…! Hiding anywhere. I bet he put cameras around my room…" Whumpee muttered, looking at every inch, every corner of their room.

Caretaker watched Whumpee in slight worry. "Whumpee, can you just calm down please?"

"No! You don't understand." Whumpee continued searching. Frustration mixed with fear, they pushed all the stuff on the table to the ground before sitting on the edge of the bed. Burying their face in their palms, they muttered softly,

"I can't live like this anymore…"

Caretaker rubbed their back up and down gently. "Shh…it's okay…"

~

He kept haunting them, without stopping.

Whumpee walked downstairs late at night. It's 2 AM. Their throat felt dry as they rubbed their fingers around it. Yawning, they made their way to the kitchen before stopping. 

What is that?

A faint sound of a knife being sharpened could be heard from the sink. Whumpee saw a figure, standing with his back facing them. He was humming softly to himself while sharpening the sharp tool, a sadistic chuckle suddenly echoed through the kitchen.

Whumpee froze on their position. Those broad shoulders…those familiar hands on their skin. 

"Whumpee?"

That's it. Just hearing their name with that voice was enough to make them slowly kneeled on the floor. Their fingers trembling, tears were streaming down their faces without warning. 

"Y-yes, Master…?"

He went silent before calling out their name again. "Whumpee?"

"Yes, master…?" 

Again. "Whumpee?"

Whumpee bite their bottom lip. "Yes master? What is it? Tell me…" 

"Whumpee?"

Whumpee pressed their forehead on the floor. They knew Whumper was mad at them for escaping. They just wanted it to hurt a little less later.

"Yes, master! Tell me! Order me..! I'll be good! I'll be good, I promise..!" 

"Whumpee! What are you doing..?"

The sound of Caretaker's voice snapped them from their mind. Whumpee lifted their heads, looking up at Caretaker who stared at them with worry. "You were hallucinating again."

Whumpee shifted their gaze away from Caretaker. They were in the kitchen, alone, and all the kitchen utensils were in their right place.

"Y-you think it's just hallucinations…?"

"Yes." Caretaker crouched down in front of Whumpee, looking at them with a serious expression. "If this keeps happening, we will go to the hospital to check your condition."

Whumpee chuckled in disbelief, "You don't think I'm crazy right? You know I'm not spitting nonsense."

"Whumpee, I–" Caretaker sighed. "I checked the CCTV and nobody was there in your room or anywhere in our house. So please, stop this."

Caretaker stood up, leaving Whumpee alone in the kitchen.

~

"It's not hallucinations…" Whumpee muttered, burying their faces on the pillow as they laid on their stomach. "I know what I see. And I saw him…close to me."

They sighed. Whumpee closed their eyes, trying to sleep even though their mind was still racing. Full with Whumper and his—

Touch.

A pair of arms wrapped around their waist. Hands trailing their back. Another caressing their hair. What is happening? They could feel Whumper's touch, all over their body. Marking his ownership, claiming his property again. 

"Careta—"

No. They will think that Whumpee's crazy again and send them to the hospital. They were not a fan of hospitals, all those medicines and doctors only reminded them of Whumper.

"Stay quiet…stay quiet…"

Whumpee whispered softly. They buried their faces deeper on the pillow, trying to ignore those wandering hands around their body. They let out a slight whimper when their sides were being stroked.

"Stop it…stop it…please…"

The soft caresses suddenly turned into tight grips. The hand around their neck choking them, while the other hand was pulling their head back from the pillow. 

Whumpee let out a breathless gasp. "H…help! Please…stop it…!"

They brought their hands to their neck, trying to grab the hand choking them but they found nothing. 

"Oh, God! Stop…please! Please!"

Whumpee's face turned red from the lack of air. They could see the black dots filling their vision. "Caretaker— mmhh…!" 

Their mouths clamped shut by the other hand. Whumpee gave in to their slumber, closing their eyes as their consciousness fading.

~

Whumpee stirred awake from their sleep. They could hear the monitor beeped beside their bed.

It's all white. White bed sheet, white blanket and white ceilings. Oh, a hospital.

Whumpee let out a soft groan as they tried to sit up on the bed. Gentle hands guiding them back to the mattress, caressing their hair softly. "Don't move too much, Whumpee." Caretaker said, pushing a strand of hair behind Whumpee's ear. They sat in silence for a few seconds before Caretaker spoke again.

"You were choking yourself."

…What?

"Huh?"

"You were screaming and when I entered your room, you were choking yourself."

Whumpee blinked their eyes a few times. They touched the side of their neck, remembering the tight grip around it. Whumper's grip. "N-no…that's…that's not me. It's—"

Caretaker pressed their index finger against Whumpee's lips. "It's not Whumper, dear. It's you. It's always have been you."

Caretaker stood up, squeezing Whumpee's hand. "You need to rest."

Whumpee watched as Caretaker walked out of the door before closing it. They sealed their eyes shut, sighing. 

Half an hour passed, Whumpee stared at the ceiling while fiddling with their fingers when a doctor entered the room wearing a white coat and mask on his face. He walked towards Whumpee and they couldn't help but flinch when a few buttons on their shirt were being opened, revealing their skin.

The doctor chuckled, "Relax, I just want to check your heartbeat."

The cold surface of the stethoscope hitting against Whumpee's skin. They felt shivers running down their spine at the doctor's cold gaze.

"All good?" They asked.

"All good."

He pulled his hand away, buttoning Whumpee's shirt back as he picked up a syringe, removing the air bubbles with their fingers before turning back to Whumpee again. "Close your eyes." He ordered.

Whumpee hesitated for a moment. "Um, what's that for?" 

The doctor smiled through his eyes, although Whumpee wasn't sure whether it's the reassuring or malicious ones. "Just to ease your pain." He said.

Whumpee pondered for a few seconds before they nodded and closed their eyes. The doctor applied alcohol on a cotton-wool ball before wiping it across Whumpee's inner elbow. Whumpee could feel the sharp pain coursed through their body from the injection. 

Their body going limp and heavy, their head pounding with drowsiness. They opened their eyes. Their half lidded gaze met his and in the middle of passing out, the doctor pulled down his mask, revealing his toothy grin and sadistic smile that made Whumpee's stomach churned at the sight.

"Sleep tight, doll."

~

Part 2

[whumpandothercomfort]

I love the pet whump

Any ideas for someone who was publicly a pet of rich/famous whumper

There's a couple different possible setups... love imagining the logistics of a world with casual, accepted human/android/anthro/etc pets. Are celebrities bringing them leashed on the runway like purse dogs? Are they included in "no pet" signs outside establishments?

My first thought for this ask was Whumpee as the pet of a popular Youtuber/livestreamer. Like. Take every horrible thing that's ever proliferated from prank channels and "funny animal" channels.

Pranking my pet GONE WRONG!! (Pet becomes genuinely terrified and has a panic attack on camera)

Pet's been acting out.... Twitch chat gets to vote on how I punish them! On camera! 💕

Twitch chat votes to be nice to pet. Whumper makes them say thank you to the camera.

Whumper takes brand sponsorships from companies that make "training" (torture) tools for pets.

But they also make rewards like treats and nice pillows! So it's fine!

Humiliating videos of pet learning a new skill or trick. It's very cute and endearing how gently they're being condescended to.

A couple other Youtubers raise concerns that Whumper is mistreating pet; Whumper responds with videos of pet curled up asleep in their lap like, "Would a bad owner do THIS??"

Pet is eventually rescued by or sold to a rights advocacy group, but lives in constant fear of being recognized.

Pet has a really, really hard time believing in kindness for the sake of kindness. Whenever Caretaker is gentle with them, they start automatically looking around for a camera or a hidden trap.

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee thought life with the whumper was normal, and they knew what to do to avoid punishment, and sometimes even earn rewards, so they’re confused when the people they’d been taught to hate show concern for them. The whumpee brushes it all off as a trick- the whumper had even told them their enemies were crueler than them.