June Of Doom Day 18

June of Doom Day 18

"How long have you been like this?"

| Sleep Deprivation | Fall | Blanket |

Cw: Needle, the tags above, whumper-caretaker

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Whumper didn't announce their entrance. They just let the creaking of the door scare Whumpee.

They stepped in and observed their captive, huddled against the wall, staring. Their eyes were bloodshot, their hands shaking as they watched Whumper.

"How long have you been like this?" Whumper asked, stepping over to where Whumpee huddled.

Whumpee didn't answer.

Whumper crouched before them. "Have you even slept?"

Whumpee only gave the slightest shake of their head in response.

"Tsk, can't be having that Whumpee. You need to sleep. I need you nice and rested for when I torture you."

Whumpee didn't move, didn't make a sound.

Whumper sighed, rose, turned, and left the room. Whumpee watched them go.

They returned not moments later hefting a blanket. They crouched by Whumpee again and pulled them off the wall, slotting the blanket in behind them and wrapping it around them.

"You're going to sleep now, Whumpee."

They pulled a syringe from their pocket and Whumpee's eyes widened, they suddenly began to struggle, tried to stand, but they were too weak, and they just fell straight into Whumper.

Whumper lowered them back down to the floor, using the blanket to hold their arms in.

"Don't worry Whumpee, I won't do anything to you until you wake up. It's no fun unless you scream," they whispered as they pressed the needle into Whumpee's neck and pressed in the sedative.

Whumpee tried to fight it, but they were already so tired, and soon they fell into a dreamless sleep, and Whumper rested them against the wall.

This is a bit different from like, ur horny jail asks but I'm a sucker for how u write hero whump<33

Could u write smth w like, maybe the Hero had to give information on villain to Supervillain/hero and at first, Villain is absolutely devastated and furious by the betrayal, until they notice how Hero has been quieter or flinching more or some sign of abuse and becomes more worried

Ur local annoying Snow ❄️❄️ :)))

I love it.

Trade In

Villains hand squeezed tighter around the knife, already fuming with rage before the hero even set foot into the dimly lit street to meet them. They were taking in ragged breaths to try and remain calm for the time being, they needed to talk to Hero before they could slit their throat.

Yet, even with their attempt at controlling themselves, Villain knew the facade wouldn’t last long. Their blood was boiling and they had it out for their nemesis.

“How could you.”

Hero took a step towards the villain, not even trying for a pitiful excuse or any shred of remorse for their former partner. The hero was calm and collected—or so it may seem to anyone passing by—but Villain was keen. They were smarter than that. They could see the small tremble that infected the hero and their confidence.

“How could you.”

“Villain-”

“No… No, how dare you.”

The villains tone was harsh enough to make the hero flinch, taking a small, cowardly step back. Their hands were shaking at their sides so they gripped them into fists, but it didn’t hide the wobble in Hero’s tone nor the nervous shuffle of their feet.

Villain hardly thought anything of it. Even if it was quite unlike the hero to seem so truly afraid.

“I trusted you. That information was personal.”

“Villain, please-”

“And what do you do with it? You go and hand it over to your boss, hm? So they can break into my home and ruin years of meticulous work to kill me?”

Villain moved forward swiftly, giving the hero just enough time to scramble backwards. Hero’s tough act dropped completely as they yelped and stumbled over their own feet. Landing with their back against the cement and their head knocked up badly.

“Is that what you wanted? You wanted me dead?” Villain stood over top of the cowering hero, watching the panic flood their eyes at the closeness of their enemy and the blood seeping from the back of their head. Villain tucked their blade back into the holster on their belt; it was so much more fun to play with food before you ate it anyways.

The criminal reached down, grabbing the neckline of Hero’s suit and hoisting them up into the air, watching as they desperately clung to Villains arms. Trying to pry themselves away, but keep the tips of their toes touching the ground as they began to plead.

“Is that what you wanted?” Villain brought Hero closer, their noses practically touching. “Is that what you still want?”

Hero whimpered, blinking back tears as they struggled to breathe through the panic attack and the slight suffocation Villain brought them generously. They were terrified; Villain could see that clearly now.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-”

Something wasn’t right.

“I-I’m sorry- I-I swear… Please, I’m s-so sorry.”

Villain dropped them. The hero—now in hysterics as they landed harshly on the pavement for the second time—clutched their rib cage as they tried to steady their breathing. Wincing at every breath that came in and groaning at every breath that came out, completely forgetting the gash at the back of their head that continued to pulse and ooze.

The criminal and the crime-stopper hadn’t fought in months, in fact, Villain hadn’t seen Hero on the streets or news at all for months. There was no reason for the hero to be holding their chest and not their head, and definitely no reason for them to be in pain with every breath.

Against their better judgement and the anger that still flowed freely in their veins, Villain kneeled down to face their nemesis. Yanking their head free from its tucked in position by Hero’s hair as Villain brought their face to meet their own. Hero’s pleading eyes and blurry vision against Villains angry glare and annoyance.

“P-please, I p-promise I’ll do b-better next time— I-I promise… J-just please n-no more p-prods…” Hero sobbed, shutting their eyes tight to avoid anymore contact with the villain.

“Hero… What? What are you talking about?”

Pieces to the puzzle were slowly starting to connect in Villains brain. With the hero exposed in front of them they could see tons of new scars and fresh bruises that were definitely not there a few months ago.

Hero’s arms lashed out from their stabilizing hold on their chest, grabbing Villains tool belt and pulling out the blade Villain had previously been holding. At first, Villain assumed it would be used against them, but Hero did the complete opposite. Instead, they offered it to the villain, gently pushing it towards them in the palms of their hands.

“P-please… Wha-whatever you want to do to me… Punish m-me… please. A-Anything but the p-prods.”

Horrified, Villain pushed the knife quickly out of Hero’s hands and cast it off to the side. They rushed the hero right after, only allowing Hero a short scream as the knife left their fingers and clattered to the ground before Villain had scooped them up into their arms.

Villain bolted their arms tightly around the crime-stopper, not waisting another second as they headed off down the street to their lair. As they hurried down the street Villain wished they could say it was because they could do better torturing at home.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. The real reason being that Villain still had hope, some last strand of hope that maybe Hero hadn’t given away their information for free, but was tortured into it.

Truth be told, Villain wanted their old dynamic back still and maybe this was their chance to get it. But before they could even think of that, Villain would need to find out what really happened and get Hero to calm down before they woke up the whole neighbourhood begging to be whipped instead of shocked.

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.

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 8

"Breathe, damn you!"

| Shock | Amputation | Infection |

Cw: The tags above, tho the amputation part is off-screen.

Cutting close again I know but exams are here and stress is near so I'm just gonna be proud of posting daily. These prompts were rough yall I don't like stuff this dark so I made do with what I could handle. It's short af cause I really don't like this level of gore.

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Caretaker slumped against the wall, breathing heavily, their eyes watering. They couldn't believe what they'd done.

Whumpee lay unconscious on the medical table in front of them, the stump where their left leg was now cleanly bandaged and covered in a blanket.

The wound had gotten infected. Infected so badly that Whumpee went into shock. They were shaking and half-delirious by the time Caretaker found them. And they passed out just around the time they realised the leg had to go.

Whumper was still out there, somewhere, and as Caretaker stared at the dip in the blanket where Whumpee's leg should be, they resolved that Whumper would feel that pain. It was Whumper who inflicted the wound and let it get infected, so it was Whumper who should pay the price.

Caretaker would have marched out of that room to go find the bastard had Whumpee not begun to stir at that very moment.

"Whumper?" they whimpered, their voice hoarse.

"Whumpee it's me, Caretaker," Caretaker rushed over to them, taking their hand.

Whumpee pulled their hand away, looking like they were going to roll over, off the table, but they fell back unconscious before that could happen.

Caretaker just sighed and rearranged the blankets so Whumpee was unlikely to roll right off the table, then went to make some tea.

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.