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@augusnippets day 6

car accident/ plane crash/ ship wreck

Potentially triggering and graphic description of a car crash, ambiguous whether Whumpee survives

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Caretaker drove down the highway on his way back from picking Whumpee up. The other man sat beside him, singing along to the catchy pop songs on the radio.

The highway wasn't busy by any means, and Caretaker let himself climb over the speed limit.

55 miles an hour. 60, 65, 70.

His headlights were bright— he could easily see anything that popped onto the road.

He continued on, humming along and tapping the wheel on beat.

A car in the other lane was made visible by the headlights. Right as it was about to pass by Caretaker's vehicle, a deer popped out into the open road.

It all happened so fast. The other car took a sharp left, cutting into Caretaker's lane. Caretaker turned to his left, trying to avoid a head-on collision.

One moment, Whumpee was singing along cheerfully to terrible pop music. The next, the right side of the car was crumpled, taking the brunt of the crash. Caretaker was alright— shocked and a little bruised up, but— oh God, was Whumpee breathing?

Caretaker shouted for help, avoiding looking at the mess in the passenger seat. He sobbed and tried to get out, finding his dashboard had been shoved in and trapped his leg. He hadn't felt it before, but fuck, it was starting to hurt. He grabbed his phone, calling the police. As soon as a dispatcher picked up, Caretaker began blabbering into his microphone.

"Send somebody, please! T- there's been a car crash on the highway between City X and City Y, and I don't know if Whumpee is alive and i don't wanna look, and‐ and i don't know how bad the other driver is, and I'm trapped and— please, get here and save Whumpee!"

The dispatcher attempted to calm him down, assuring that police and paramedics were on their way. Caretaker hung up, putting his phone down.

Still without looking, Caretaker reached his hand out to touch Whumpee's skin. It was warm and wet, and Caretaker held in a sob. "Whumpee..? Whumpee, come on, say something. Tell me you're alright." Caretaker bit his lip, fighting more tears. "Come on, don't make me look... I don't— please!"

Caretaker felt up the limb— an arm, he assumed— and tried to touch Whumpee's neck to check a pulse. He felt something solid embedded in the flesh, pulling back with a high-pitched wail. "No! Please!"

Sirens were audible in the distance, and Caretaker soon saw the emergency vehicles arrive. The paramedics hurried over in pairs of two to each side of each vehicle, pulling the doors open. Caretaker was checked over and pulled free from the vehicle.

The medics on Whumpee's side went back to their ambulance and came back with a stretcher, preparing it and starting to try and get the door open.

"Is he okay?" Caretaker asked the medics, stepping back towards the car. Gloved hands grabbed his shoulders, attempting to hold him back. "Is Whumpee okay?"

He was met with silence, so he pushed past the paramedics and to the car, looking in the window.

Whumpee was barely recognizable. He was covered in blood, his body slumped. Glass stuck out from his flesh in various places, and his right arm was nearly detatched.

Caretaker let out a howl of distress, screaming Whumpee's name as the medics pulled him back. "No! Whumpee!"

Caretaker crumpled, stricken with horror and grief. He clutched his head in his hands, flooded with anguish.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry..."

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@augusnippets day 5

Drunk/ Feverish/ Concussed Caretaking

Drunk Caretaker, past conditioning, kind of reference to past noncon at the end, past capture, pet whump

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"Mhhh... here, Whumpee... ya want some?" Caretaker wiggled the bottle enticingly, their speech slurring. The liquid inside the bottle was a kind of electric blue— definitely didn't look like something Whumpee wanted in their body. Caretaker was drunk and acting like a stupid six-year-old. Again.

Still, they crawled forward and raised their head, sticking their tongue out slightly— just what they were supposed to do when offered a drink.

Caretaker let out a dramatic gasp, pulling the bottle away and spilling a considerable amount by the time it reached the end table. "No, Whumpee," they whispered too loudly, their reaction entirely too dramatic and emotional, "you don' have to do that for me, yeah? 'M just here 'n offering 'cause I love ya."

Whumpee winced with both embarrassment for themself and second-hand embarrassment from Caretaker's vulnerable blabbering. They yelped as Caretaker pulled them up onto the couch, grinning like they won the lottery. "I ssssssolemnly promise that I will never, ever, nevereverneverever EVER make you do stuff like that, yeah?" Caretaker scratched the short hair on Whumpee's scalp. "You're my buddy... not an- an animal, 'kay? I'm not makin you suck my cock or, fuckin', kiss my feet or whatever the shit Whumper made ya' do. You're just my buddy, got it?"

Whumpee nodded, trapped in a bear hug. Caretaker beamed at then, ruffling their hair. They continued to pet Whumpee and watch TV until they fell asleep.

Whumpee couldn't believe how Caretaker was acting! So gushy and vulnerable, it was jarring. They were going to get themself killed, acting all emotional all the time!

...

Whumpee wished they could act like Caretaker. They wished they could loosen up like that without the fear of being taken advantage of again.

Maybe they should try.

when the whumper puts out a widespread call for whumpee's capture, promising cash or glory or the privilege of choosing the punishment to whoever can bring them in first