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Whumpee: Dzagokü

Whumper: Ingvarin

CW: Abuse, broken bones, needles, spiders, body horror, hallucinations, mentions of childbirth, dead dove. Reader discretion is advised.

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“Please, I’m sorry!” Dzagokü cried, struggling against Ingvarin who had grabbed both of his arms and was dragging him towards the basement door. “I’ll wear the clothes you picked for me, I’m sorry!” Ingvarin didn’t listen, instead slightly baring his teeth as he pushed the boy against a wall by the basement door, banging his head against it. Dzagokü cried out at the sudden pain, his vision slightly blurring as Ingvarin tightly grasped his neck. Ingvarin reached in his own pocket for a key, before putting it inside the door. Dzagokü grabbed on his arm, trying to pull against it whilst he weakly screamed, his teary eyes wide with fear.

“Shut up!” Ingvarin roared through gritted teeth, pulling on his neck and shoving him down the small flight of stairs. Dzagokü weakly moaned as his body slammed against the dirty concrete floor. The boy felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and there was a faint ringing in his ears. He began screaming in panic again as Ingvarin grabbed his neck, dragging him to a restraint on a wall in the room. There was a dirty mattress under the device.

“Please, please no no!” Dzagokü began to sob hysterically as Ingvarin attached the collar tightly around his neck. The boy desperately clawed at the restraint, as Ingvarin walked away before opening a box at the other end of the room. Dzagokü curled into a ball, sobbing into his knees and tugging at his restraint. Ingvarin pulled out a needle barrel from inside the box. The barrel had green, thick liquid inside, and there was a pack of needles next to it. Ingvarin grinned. He grabbed a thin piece of rope that was also in the box and walked over to the boy.

“I need you to stay still, okay?” Ingvarin said in a deep, crisp voice. Dzagokü quickly shook his head, still clawing at the restraint. Ingvarin growled, before kicking the boy's wrist as hard as he could, snapping it with a sickening crunch. The boy screamed harrowingly at the sudden agony, shakily caressing his wrist though trying to remain still. His wrist was swollen and purple, with a small protrusion of skin where the bone had shifted. Dzagokü whimpered in fear and agony, tears streaming down the boy’s face. Meanwhile, Ingvarin was attaching the needle to the barrel.

“Shh, it’s okay…” Ingvarin whispered, bending down and stroking the boy’s fluffy, brown hair. Dzagokü lay down on the mattress under him, putting his knees up to his chest as Ingvarin tightened the rope around his arm. The boy was too preoccupied with his broken wrist to notice, though his eyes widened in fear as he felt the needle being injected into his vein.

“W-What are you doing to me?” Dzagokü yelled, looking over at Ingvarin. He didn’t respond, instead wiping the small wound with a thin paper towel and loosening the rope. Dzagokü continued crying, holding his broken wrist in his good hand as Ingvarin gently stroked his arm.

“Let me look at this,” Ingvarin slowly whispered, softly grabbing the arm of his broken wrist. The boy whimpered and sniffled as Ingvarin cradled the wrist in his hands, gently running his thumb on the protruded bone. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” Ingvarin’s voice echoed around Dzagokü’s brain. The boy’s vision blurred though oddly became vibrant in colour, and he could faintly hear the sound of rain. His muscles also felt tense.

“H-hurts…” Dzagokü whimpered, his hands twitching. Ingvarin smirked as he continued to gently massage the swollen wrist. Dzagokü felt a strange bubbling under his skin, as if there were bugs under there trying to get out.

“What’s wrong?” Ingvarin asked, with a mock innocence as the boy stared at his arms in horror. His arms were covered in large, white blisters, and they were deforming in shape and seemed to be bubbling. One of the blisters, located near the broken wrist, had burst open. To the boy’s absolute horror, a wolf spider with thin, wriggling legs had begun to crawl out and onto his skin.

Dzagokü screamed at the top of his lungs, watching as another blister burst open, revealing another spider. And another. And another. And another. And another.

“Help! Help! Help me!” Dzagokü writhed quickly, the restraint tugging on his neck as he screamed in absolute terror. The room had begun to deform and shift in size, and he heard strange banging noises that felt like they were pulverising his skull. Ingvarin was nowhere to be seen. Dzagokü looked back at his arms. Some of the spiders were deformed and blurry, and seemed to float near him. Suddenly, a strange cacophony of violins blasted in his ears. Dzagokü covered his ears, but the noises were still deafening for him.

“Help… me…” the boy weakly whimpered. In a feeble attempt to comfort himself, he tried to think of his wife back home. Her beautiful face, and her comforting voice and touch. But then he remembered the birth of their son. How she screamed so painfully and writhed on the bed. He could do nothing to comfort her, and Ingvarin wasn’t doing anything to comfort him.

The spiders were no longer there. In fact, he didn’t seem to be in reality anymore. Strange, vibrant colours penetrated his vision, and his body felt like it was stretching and being torn apart. The only thing he could hear was the pained screams of his wife as she gave birth to their son.

Whumpee lines #1

“I-I’ll be good next time. I promise.”

“Yes, S-Sir. I’ve been bad.”

“Nghnn. It hurts…”

“Get off me!”

“You don’t scare me.”

“I-I’m tired.”

“I deserve to be punished.”

“I love you.”

“You have taken better care of me than anyone else, Sir.”

“I feel alone.”

“I feel broken.”

“Yes, Master.”

“No more, p-please!”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Why me?”

“D-Don’t drink all of it!”

“Do you need to feed, Master?”

“I’m here for you.”

“Y-You’re scaring me…”

“No!”

“Y-Yes. Please! Uhm… Yes please, Sir.”

“I t-think that I might have caught a cold, S-Sir.”

Whumpee lines #2

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“This is all just a bad dream.”

“You’re insane.”

“Why would I just sit here and watch while you’re inflicting pain on me?”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

“I’ll run away from you/I’ll escape.”

“Do you think that after everything I’ve been through, something like that would hurt me?”

“D-Don’t leave me!”

“Why are you so obsessed with me?”

“Y-You broke my nose…!”

“This can’t be happening.”

“I am your pet.”

“Karma will come for you.”

“Hurt me.”

“I-I’m yours, Master.”

“I-I can’t b-breathe!”

“Someone help me, please!”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“May I please go outside, Sir?”

“N-Not the knife!”

“You make me sick.”

“It’s okay, Master.”

“I’m begging you.”

Whump prompt #3

Whumpee flinches back, out of pure fear. Caretaker looks at him with sad eyes.

“I am not going to hurt you.”

However, with that being said, the boy disappears into a corner even more. “I’m s-scared…” he says.

Caretaker sighs.

“You won’t ever be the same again, will you?”

They get up and leave the room, willing to try and approach their precious boy again the next day.

Guess what, ya’ll! I’m still alive! And I’m back with some very good content hehe~ Anyway, I wrote this piece a while back, but I only now decided to post it :’). I hope that ya’ll enjoy it, though!

~ A Special Occasion ~

Whumpee would rather have to endure a violent beating to the kneecaps than to be here. Be watched at like this. Humiliated. Whumper thought it to be a wonderful idea to dress him up in a neat tuxedo. They actually tried! A bit too hard in Whumpee’s opinion. Now every single soul in the building has their eyes on him. Because a Whumper-only party is the place to be, right? The hungry stares from the others scare the little one to no end. He doesn’t dare look anyone in the eyes, too afraid that they will swallow him up whole just like that. But Whumper’s warm, strong body towers over him by his side. They’re not touching him, not with a single finger. But they make it clear enough that this boy is theirs.

He already knew they were up to no good, when he heard the news that he will join his captor to a ‘special occasion’. But before he could utter the words “please, I don’t want to go”, Whumper was already helping him put on his clothes. There was never a choice to begin with. And now they are making their way through a swarm of people, the eyes of the others filled with the need to torture the boy for hours on end. He has seen that look before. One too many times.

Much to Whumpee’s disliking, he occasionally gets prodded by teasing elbows, making him wince softly. The audience is unable to see under the expensive looking tuxedo he’s wearing, but his body is covered with bruises and cuts. Whumper was in a particularly happy mood last night, which in turn caused them to visit their favorite boy until the sun was coloring the streets with its bright rays again. His body feels sore and awfully tired now, but sleeping is not an option. Not when the predators are about ready to attack their prey.

Whumper’s unorthodox, sweet voice fills the quiet room, as they are greeting their fellow evil minds. The others don’t say anything back, obviously too preoccupied with this beautiful little thing being near them. An elbow finds its way to Whumpee’s bruised rib, making him stop dead in his tracks. His body doubles over, as pain suddenly shoots through him. Whumper stands behind him, a subtle grin on their face. “What’s wrong, hmm?” they hum. Whumpee’s eyes widen in an instant, afraid that he just made a mistake. He tries to recollect himself as much as he can and answers.

“N-Nothing!”

“Keep walking, then.”

And that he does. They continue to move on, now thankfully almost being at their destination. Well, more like Whumper’s destination. Whumpee is never allowed to drink alcohol. His brain will get all fuzzy and stupid, and it’ll filter out the pain. But they want him to feel all of it. Every single sharp knife tearing his tender skin open, every nail violently getting pulled out of his fingers. It would be a waste to hear playful chuckles instead of raspy cries for help. That’s why he may never drink alcoholic beverages. They finally reach one of the waiters on the other side of the room, holding up a tray with glasses of champagne on it. Whumper lifts their hand up, grabs a glass, an entertained smile on their face.

Whumpee stands next to them, present to serve just as decoration. There’s not much he can do anyway. But the adorable, panicked expressions and involuntary flinches whenever someone makes a sudden move cause such happiness in Whumper’s body. They could have never asked for a better boy than this one. Whumpee watches as his captor downs the champagne in mere seconds and grabs another one right after. His hand is grabbed by them suddenly, leading him to a fancy looking seat in the corner of the room. They gesture for him to sit down on it. Whumpee obeys, as he should, and looks up at them with worried eyes. Are they going to just leave him here to suffer in silence? “Stay here, Darling. I’ll unfortunately have to leave your side for now to get the necessary pleasantries out of the way. But I promise that I’ll tend to you afterwards. Oh, don’t you worry about that.” The smile on their face never left. If anything, it got even wider after their statement. Whumpee’s blood runs cold, as Whumper turns their back on him to join the others. He’s alone now. Alone in a room filled with people.

One might think that this is a good thing. But he knows that even though their eyes are not on him, they can see everything he does. How his chest heaves up and down heavily as fear starts to set in, how he’s anxiously fidgeting with his fingers. There is no chance for him to escape while they are not paying attention. However, this is not even what bothers Whumpee the most. No, it’s the terrifying realization that his captor just gave the other Whumpers the approval to do with him whatever they want. They did so the very second they turned around and left. It’s almost as if they threw a sheep in the lion’s den.

To Whumpee’s surprise, though, no one seems to approach him. The others occasionally glance at the poor thing sitting all by himself, but none of them actually come closer. It confuses him, but who is he to go and complain about it? A swift smile appears on his face, feeling happy that he can finally take a break and just feel safe for once. This feeling is soon replaced by worry once more, as his bladder starts to act up. He looks around for Whumper, but he’s lost them out of sight. The very last thing he wants is to wet his pants right now. He has done so many times before. And all of those times ended horribly. Whumper loathes it when he makes a mess.

But what can he do? He can’t just go to the bathroom without permission. Whumper will make him regret doing that for sure. His mind weighs off all his options and possible horrifying outcomes, but eventually gets up to look for the restroom, completely disobeying his captor. Whumpee finds himself in multiple different hallways before finding the correct one, causing a relieved feeling to wash over him at last. He may very well could have gotten lost in this massive building, but luckily his eyes are now meeting the doorway to the restroom. He walks inside, empties his bladder, and quickly walks out again to return to the seat before Whumper notices he’s gone. If they didn’t already. Now almost nearing the end of the hallway, silently praying that he won’t take a wrong turn again, a tall figure approaches him. His heart skipped a beat, begging words almost rolling off his tongue already, as he thought it was Whumper.

After a careful look, however, he realizes that it’s not his captor. A deep sigh escapes him, but gets drawn right back in, as the figure is now mere inches away from him. They chuckle, their breath reeking of alcohol. “I didn’t see you when I came in just moments ago,” they come even closer towards Whumpee, causing him to take a step back. “You don’t seem to be one of us. Are you perhaps lost, little one?”

Whumpee takes yet another step back, pure terror now taking over his body. What if they take him? Whumper will make sure he will never hear the end of it if they have to retrieve him from someone else. Or feel the end of it, rather. He’s not sure what’s scarier. The figure continues to come closer, now reaching out a hand to grab onto his chin. They move his face around to take a good look at him. “Not a single ounce of defiance left in you,” they smile, their head tilted in delight. “Would be a real shame if someone were to just take you, wouldn’t it?” Shivers run down Whumpee’s spine. “P-Please, I-”

“Whumpee,” a new voice fills the hallway. Not questioning, not searching. But just low enough to let Whumpee know he is in trouble. He looks behind the one now hovering over him, only to see Whumper standing there. The figure sighs, and turns around to look at the person who, to their annoyance, joined them. “Who the fuck dares to interrupt-” they quickly swallow their foolish words, seeing the all too familiar face. Whumpee takes this as the perfect opportunity to run back to his captor, hiding behind them. He finally feels safe. The stranger looks at them with wide, fearful eyes. “I-I-I-I didn’t k-know he was y-yours!” they stutter, any sign of intoxication suddenly gone. “Oh, I’m sure that you didn’t spot us when we walked in,” Whumper’s voice sounds awfully sarcastic. That has never shown to be a good thing. “I j-just got here! I s-swear!” panic visibly starts to set in for the stranger. Whumper chuckles and turns around, their eyes falling upon what’s most precious to them. “Darling, be a good boy and return to your seat,” to this, Whumpee nods, and immediately does as he is told. He definitely doesn’t want to aggravate them more at this point.

After a short while, Whumpee thankfully manages to find his way back to the main hall. Not long after he takes a seat, a bloodcurdling scream fills the building, where just moments before many chatting voices could be heard. Whumpee jumps up, facing the maze-like hallways where he just came from. It is definitely not Whumper’s voice that’s screaming in agony like that. It must be the drunken stranger that approached him before. Whumpee wonders what Whumper must be doing to them. The screams then cease, whereafter Whumper returns to collect their little one. Droplets of red have appeared on both of their hands, as well as their tuxedo. They grab him by the arm and lift him up from the seat. “We are leaving,” Whumper says sternly. Both of them then walk off towards the exit. “W-What happened back there…?” Whumpee looks up at them with doe eyes, seemingly seeking for answers. “I had to teach them some manners, is all. One simply does not touch what is mine.” Whumper’s grip around Whumpee’s arm tightens considerably after that. The stranger definitely angered them. Whumpee isn’t even sure if they are still alive as of now. He can’t help but feel proud of his captor for protecting him like that. It leaves a warm feeling all over his body. “Thank you. F-for protecting me.” A chuckle then escapes Whumper’s mouth. “Did you truly think for even a second that I was doing you a favor?”

The atmosphere suddenly changes. Whumpee frowns, now feeling confused more than anything. They did that to protect him, right? Why else would they do such horrible things to someone they don’t even know? “I wasn’t trying to keep you safe, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Whumper says, seemingly reading the little one’s mind. “I abhor it when other individuals touch my property. It is unjust.” So, they did it just as a vengeful act? Whumpee’s head spins, as the gears in his head work overtime. “Besides, you are in big trouble, Darling. You were foolish enough to leave your spot, even though I had told you to stay put. You are not very obedient after all, it seems,” a wide grin appears on Whumper’s face. Regret overwhelms Whumpee. “I’m sorry, really! I-I won’t do it again! Just, please forgive me!” he pleads, but alas, it is in vain. “Pets should be punished when they misbehave, no?” Whumpee cries and thrashes in Whumper’s grip, but there is nothing he can do to save himself now. His skin crawls, as he realizes what horrors await him when they get back to the place he was forced to call ‘home’.

"You- you know how you, uhm... p-petted my hair the other day?"

"Yeah?"

Whumpee swallowed nervously, practically bouncing on the balls of their feet as they worked up the courage to spit out their question. "Do you th-think you could do it again? It made me feel so nice... and safe..."

Caretaker smiled instantly, petting the seat beside them as an invitation for Whumpee to come sit down with them. Then, after they were properly seated and comfortable, Caretaker let their hand come trailing down Whumpee's head, right to the back of their neck a few times.

"Of course I can. Like this?"

If Whumpee could have purred, they would.

"Yes," they whispered, resting the side of their face against Caretaker's outer thigh as the gentle head pets continued. "Thank you so much."

Whump dialogue #40

Whumpee woke abruptly from their dream, startling awake with a gasp. And just as they wanted to fall back onto their pillow, they noticed someone sitting next to them.

They scooted back with a soft mewl, drawing up their blanket and trying to create some distance.

"Sshh darling, it’s okay, relax," Whumper cooed, "I'm not going to do anything. You just looked so cute, wincing and twitching in your sleep."

He inched a little closer, gaze fixed on the horrified, wide eyes peeking over the blanket.

"Besides... looks like I'm already causing quite some damage in here." He poked his index finger gently against Whumpee's forehead. "Care to tell me what I did?"