June Of Doom Day 7

June of Doom Day 7

"What's the bad news?"

| Disoriented | Bite | Chainsaw |

Cw: Kidnapping, ambiguity. I didn't use the chainsaw on my whumpee cause I'm not that cruel to poor Sidekick.

Exams have begun so tragically it will be a bit of "post schedule who?" for a while, but I'll do my best to keep posting every day!

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Sidekick watched through half-lidded eyes as Villain hefted the chainsaw and began hacking at the door. They were groggy and tired, their head pounding, and all they could hear was the beating of their heart and the roar of the chainsaw.

They knew they had to do something. Stop them. Get away. But they could barely form a sentence, let alone get up and run.

"Villain," they managed, "Let me- let me go."

Villain let go of the weapon and dropped it to the floor, not even looking at Sidekick, only at the fresh cuts they'd made in the wooden door that separated the two of them from the outside door. That kept Sidekick inside headquarters.

"None of that now Sidekick, I'm trying to help you."

They stepped back, gauging the distance, before bringing their leg up and kicking the door with all their might. It rattled. They did it again. And again. Until the door crashed to the ground outside.

Sidekick flinched at the noise.

Villain leant down and scooped Sidekick up, carrying them like they were nothing out the door and towards their car. Sidekick was too weak to do anything against them.

Villain managed to swing the car door open and lower Sidekick in without too much hassle, but as they tried to buckle them in, Sidekick did the only thing they could. They bit them.

"Ow, fuck. Did you just bite me? What the fuck, Sidekick?"

Villain pushed them back against the seat, one hand firmly on their chest, the other pulling the seatbelt across and buckling it.

Villain pulled away, cradling their hand. "Don't fucking bite me again, okay?"

They climbed into the driver seat and sped away from headquarters, Sidekick getting more and more groggy until they finally fell unconscious.

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AN: short ik but I'm trying. I like the ambiguity in this though. Like is villain caretaker or whumper? Who knows. Not me cause all I know is stress. If anyone wants to send asks feel free cause God knows I need the inspiration. I'll set up a proper pinned post for my blog whenever I find my sanity.

TWELVE DAYS OF WHUMPMAS

Our winter event is here! Each day has two whump prompts and one comf/fluff prompt to choose from. Participants can choose to fill one, two, or all three prompts each day.

Transcript of prompts and additional info below the cut!

A Partridge in a Pear Tree: Tied to a Tree | Given as a Gift | Putting up the Tree

Two Turtledoves: Self Sacrifice | Human Shield | Reunion

Three French Hens: Betrayal | Failed Escape | Candlelight

Four Calling Birds: Muzzled | Memories/Flashbacks | Favorite Holiday Memories

Five Golden Rings: Branding | Obsessive Whumper | Gift-giving

Six Geese A-Laying: Blackmail | Countdown | Last-Minute Relief

Seven Swans A-Swimming: Falling Through Ice | Left in the Cold | The First Snow

Eight Maids A-Milking: Poisoned/Drugged | Starvation | Hot Cocoa

Nine Ladies Dancing: Hallucinations | Forced to Perform | Caroling

Ten Lords A-Leaping: Sleep Deprivation | Stress Position | Christmas Lights

Eleven Pipers Piping: Sensory Deprivation | Sensory Overload | Their Favorite Song

Twelve Drummers Drumming: Abandoned | Mugging | Found Family

EVENT TAGS: #amow twelve days of whumpmas; please also tag the prompt(s) you use each day, as well as common triggers.

You can @ us in your post if you like, and we will also go through the event tag each day and reblog entries!

June of Doom Day 6

"You're doing great."

| Injection | Nightmare | Duct Tape |

Cw: Implied torture

People liked my Hero/Villain whump so I'm gonna write more of that because that is the good shit and I didn't want to be repetitive before. Also Villain Caretaker>>>>>>Villain Whumper

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By the time Villain had found Hero, they had already been beaten unconscious and their attacker was long gone. They lay, bruised and bleeding, ducktape binding their hands and feet and covering their mouth.

Villain cursed and scooped them up into their arms, carrying them with ease to their car. Once their limp form was suitably strapped in, Villain tore out of the car park and headed for their lair. They didn't bother removing the duct tape just yet, it would have been a waste of time.

Villain called Henchman on the way, cutting red lights and cursing at crossings.

"Boss?"

"You're going to find out who hurt Hero, and you're going to bring them to me."

"Is everything okay? What happened."

"You're going to find them, do you understand?"

"Uh, yes boss, of course."

The line went dead and Villain swerved to avoid a truck as they sped through another intersection.

When they eventually arrived at their lair, Hero had begun to stir.

Villain unbuckled them from their seat and ripped the tape from their mouth, carrying them into their lair and placing them gently on a couch.

They used a knife to cut the bonds from Hero and laid them out as gently as they could.

Hero began to stir, but Villain quickly realised they weren't waking, they were having a nightmare.

"No, please, no more," Hero begged, and Villain cursed, but let them sleep through it. It's worse to wake them during a nightmare, they knew.

But when Hero kept struggling, and wouldn't calm down, Villain found themself strapping their struggling nemesis to the table they normally used for torture.

"Calm down, I'm trying to help you."

Hero wasn't listening. "No, please, no"

Villain didn't listen and began preparing the supplies to treat Hero's various wounds.

They treated their burns and the slash across their forehead, whispering encouragements as they set Hero's broken leg. Hero had given up fighting, hovering halfway between conscious and unconscious

"You're doing great," they said, and Hero just gritted their teeth against the pain as their leg was splinted.

They bandaged Hero's cut arms, and eventually moved to cut off Hero's shirt, to reveal a myriad of cuts crisscrossing their chest.

Villain glared, trying to reign in their anger, then placed the scissors down on the table, with probably more force than necessary. Hero flinched at the clatter.

"Who did this?"

Hero shook their head.

"Tell me."

Hero looked away as best they could and didn't meet Villain's gaze. Villain just cursed again and set to work on the wounds on their chest.

When they were done, they retrieved an injection of antibiotics from their supplies. Hero tried to struggle away, but they were held tight.

"Calm down. It's just antibiotics, some of you're wounds are already infected."

Hero gulped. "Why are you doing this?"

Villain didn't look at them as they pressed the syringe into Hero's arm and pressed in the plunger.

"No one gets to hurt you but me. Get that?"

Hero nodded hesitantly, and Villain stepped away from him, beginning to clean up the various packages and bloody clothes left around.

Henchman interrupted before Hero could question anymore.

They gave barely a glance to Hero before they turned to Villain, their grin positively feral.

"Found him," they said, and Villain smiled.

June of Doom Day 17

"Don't lie to me"

| Accident | Doubt | Gaslighting |

Cw: Mentions of car accident, manipulation, gaslighting.

Short ik but i am stressed so i apologise

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Whumpee huddled in the corner of their room and chewed their nails, desperately trying to remember exactly what had happened.

They were sure they'd driven into the tree trunk by mistake. There was a squirrel in the road and they swerved.

But Whumper was saying differently. They said Whumpee was trying to kill them. They said Whumpee did it on purpose.

And Whumpee wasn't even sure what to think anymore.

They remembered the squirrel. They remembered swerving. But Whumper had been so convincing.

They rocked back and forth, brow furrowed as they thought, until they heard the tell tale sounds of Whumper coming down the steps.

They froze.

"Now Whumpee, are you going to admit what you did?"

"I don't- I don't know!"

Whumper tsked and strolled over to where Whumpee huddled on the floor.

"Don't lie to me," they hissed, and Whumpee flinched away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Whumper began to chant, almost instinctually.

"You will be."

June of Doom Day 3

"I can handle it"

| Kidnapping | Fracture | Struggle |

Cw: Kidnapping and fracture, torture, murder (not graphic)

I went for Hero-Villain whump this time cause that's the shit. I want to do some villain-caretaker stuff but the prompts didn't really fit. Perhaps tomorrow!

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Hero had fought their captors from the moment they'd woken. They'd thrashed and punched and tore at the guards who'd restrained them and dragged them towards the warehouse.

The guards were stronger than them though, and they hadn't achieved much by the time they were unceremoniously dumped on the ground in front of Villain.

"Villain," they spat. "I should have known this was you. Couldn't wait for our next fight, huh? Had to snatch me off the street."

Villain shrugged. "I didn't order you brought here Hero, I just came to watch the show."

"What-" Hero was cut off by the chuckle of Supervillain, who was now making their way across the bloodstained concrete floor towards them.

"You think Villain would have organised something like this? That's sweet," they said, crouching down before Hero.

Hero jerked forward, aiming to headbutt Supervillain. They missed. And Supervillain just laughed again, standing.

"No need for that Hero. I'm going to need you to be cooperative. You're going to tell me how to kill Superhero."

Hero spat at him. "I'll never tell you anything, torture me all you want."

"Oh, I will, don't worry. I didn't expect you to give in so easily."

Hero smirked, pushing the last of the rope off their hands. They hadn't tied them very well. "I won't be giving in at all."

They lunged, going for the nearest guard, snatching his blade and holding it to the man's throat.

Villain started, but Supervillain stopped them.

"I can handle it."

Villain nodded and stepped back as Supervillain approached Hero.

"You think I care if you kill him? You're not going to escape that easily Hero."

Before they could even register what had happened, the guard was falling, dead, to the ground, Supervillain's own knife lodged in his eye. Hero jumped back, still holding the blade. But they were still slow from being knocked out, and Supervillain disarmed them with ease, throwing them to the ground.

"Can't be having any more of that nonsense now, Hero. Guess I'll just have to find a more permanent way of restraining you."

And with that, Supervillain brought their foot down on Hero's forearm. The crack was so loud it could be heard over Hero's scream.

Villain turned to leave just as Supervillain crouched to break Hero's other arm.

They climbed into their car to the symphony of screams and sobs coming from within the building.

June of Doom Day 1

"You don't want to do that"

| Collapse | Locked Door | Fear |

Cw: Mentions of torture, blood ...

"You don't want to do that"

Whumpee hesitated, their hand just inches away from the knife on the table. They'd managed to escape their bonds, their hands bloody from pulling free from the rope, and still shaky from forcing open the door. But they hadn't reached the knife in time. Whumper was standing behind them. They could do it, grab the knife and use it. They just had to grab the knife. Their legs were too shaky to step away from the wall, but the knife was just there. They reached again, fingertips brushing against the cool metal of the handle. Whumper's voice stopped them again.

"If you pick up that knife I'm going to hurt you in ways that made you wish you were dead."

Whumpee's breathing picked up. They just had to grab the knife. Their fingers wrapped around the hilt. There were tears in their eyes. They just had to swing the knife.

"Let go and come here right now, and I won't punish you for trying to escape. But if you pick up that knife Whumpee," Whumper sighed, "I'm going to have to hurt you again. And I know I love it when you scream. But you don't. So put down the knife Whumpee."

Whumpee had already made up their mind, and swung the knife, pivoting to aim for Whumper's throat. But Whumper was faster and batted the blade away. Whumpee sobbed as their knees buckled, falling to the ground as the last of their strength sapped. The knife landed on the ground, just out of reach. Whumpee sobbed again, curling up as they realised what they'd done.

"Please," they begged, but it was too late. Whumper bent to scoop up the knife, wiping the bloody handle on a handkerchief they'd pulled from their pocket.

"Tsk, you got blood on the wrong side, Whumpee. I guess we'll have to fix that."

Whumpee could do nothing but whimper as Whumper strolled to the door, locked it, and strode back to them.

"Wouldn't want you running away again, would we?" they said, before slashing the knife across Whumpee's chest.