June Of Doom Day 21

June of Doom Day 21

"On three"

| Dehydration | Memory Loss | Choke |

Cw: Implied torture, the tags above

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Villain cursed as they tried to lift Hero from the ground. They were weak and limp, their legs too wobbly to stand on their own.

"Who-" Hero swallowed, their mouth so dry it was hard to talk. They hadn't had any water for almost two days. "Who are you?"

Villain looked away. Hero hadn't recognised them when they arrived. They were counting on it staying that way for a while. "A friend," they said, finally, and managed to hoist Hero's arm over their shoulder and lift them, half dragging Hero away from the cell.

Villain could still feel the bruises on their neck from the collar that had choked them every time they swallowed, but they didn't say anything to Hero. They didn't need Hero to worry. They needed Hero focused on getting out.

"Come on," Villain muttered and Hero tried their best to get their feet under them.

The pair limped out the door and into the weak sunlight, and Villain immediatley turned towards the woods. It wouldn't be long now before Superhero returned.

They had just reached the treeline when the rumble of the car could be heard coming around the corner, and Villain gripped Hero tighter and turned to run.

Whumptober Day 1

Technically its gonna be past midnight when I post this but I only decided to do this like 15 mins ago so Imma still count it yall. Also loving the prompts today this is such a comeback.

Morning Coffee

Drugging / Sick / Poison

Sidekick tried their best to stay awake as they stood waiting for their coffee. They were wrecked, having spent the last three weeks working non-stop trying to track down Villain after they broke out of prison. Even despite their exhaustion, they knew Hero had it worse, at least Sidekick was stuck on desk duty as Hero raced all over the city putting out fires both literal and metaphorical.

Sidekick yawned as they took the americano from the barista, just nodding a thanks, before turning to the little stand to pour in sugar. They hated coffee, but something needed to drown out the taste of the triple espresso shot. They permitted themself a few minutes to sit in the little cafe and drink their drink before they returned, needing just a minute out of their office.

They were totally out of it, scrolling through their phone as they drank the cup dry, leaving it on the table after only a minute and grabbing their things to leave. It was only as they were rounding the corner at the end of the street that they realised the caffeine didn't seem to be waking them up, that they seemed to be getting more tired as they walked. The weariness spread from the shoulders and neck down to their legs, and they soon found themselves leaning against the wall for support before sliding to the ground, only realising something was wrong when they were too weak to fish their phone out of their pocket and call someone.

They tried to pick themselves up, using the wall to support themself, but they were only halfway upright when a wave of nausea made them lose their balance, and the only reason their head didn't hit the ground was that strong arms wrapped around their middle, holding them up.

"Shit," they murmured, their eyes meeting Villain's right as they lost consciousness and everything went dark.

...

Hero only noticed something was wrong when they hit the fifteen-hour mark. Sidekick had dropped off communication, but Hero had just assumed they'd finally gone to bed to get some much-needed rest. But at the fifteen-hour mark, a message popped up on their screen from Sidekick, and they clicked into it absent-mindedly, expecting more intel, but instead there was a picture of Sidekick, lying on their side on a concrete floor, looking pale and sweaty and in pain, their wrists chained to the wall, and a little message underneath:

You want to know where they are and how to cure them? You for them, come alone, eight pm, you know where :)

Love Villain

Hero scowled at the message, but then deleted it, erasing Sidekick's contact and all their correspondence. They didn't have time to deal with failures.

Good shit

Employee of the Month

Not sure what this is or what the point of it is. Just take the whump. No editing because no

Cw: torture, murder, graphic depictions of death/killing, interrogation, restraints, a lot of violence, mentioned non-con nudity (non-sexual), implied mass murder/killing, reluctant Whumper

Henchman reeled back as a fist slammed into the side of their jaw, snapping their head to the side and causing them to sway in their restraints.

By now, they had lost any hope of standing, left to hang by the thick metal shackles around their wrists that held their arms up, the cuffs biting into their skin hard enough to leave ugly bruised indents that wept droplets of crimson down their forearms.

They could barely keep their legs beneath them, much less try to bare weight on them. From the awkwardness of the height they were restrained at, they would only be able to stand really if they stood on the tips of their toes, which left them scuffling around, the muscles up their calves cramping as they tried to keep from rocking back and forth.

Blood dripped from a wound on their temple, leaking into their sight and tinting their vision with a stinging red that they quickly tried to blink away. Tears clung thick to their eyelashes and their cheeks, mingling with the blood smeared across their face from their broken nose and turning it to a watery pink that ran down to their neck and chest.

Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult as they let their head fall forwards, hoping that the motion would deter some of the blood from trickling down the back of their throat and suffocating them. Their lips were parted, each breath coming in as a wheeze. It felt like their lungs were full of something, thicker than water and warmer than it should feel. Each inhale was work, the breath scraping against their windpipe all the way to their lungs.

Breathing out was a bit easier, with each exhale a bit of red tinted saliva dribbled from their lips, the bottom which was split so badly by the right corner that they couldn’t close their mouth fully. It had been ripped open by their own teeth, a result of one of the first punches thrown against them, whatever plating beneath the Hero’s gloves turning what would be a bruise into a mauling of blood and fractured bones.

“Tell me,” Hero growled out, grabbing Henchman’s jaw with the same hand that had just struck them, wrenching their head towards them. Henchman could feel their heavy breath against their face, they hadn’t been pulling any punches. Somewhere distant in Henchman’s mind, they envied how Hero could draw in so much air with such ease, so little effort, while they were left to gasp and try to get the oxygen they so desperately needed around what felt like their collapsing windpipe.

Henchman had broken ribs before—it was almost guaranteed in their field, after all. It sucked, which was an understatement. It was miserable, but bearable.

This, this was beginning to border on unbearable. The pain was worse than anything they had ever felt, sharp piercings of pain drilling through their chest and spreading out through their torso. The pressure was awful, building and building against their lungs until everything lapsed into a blur of pain.

“Tell me what villain is planning.” Hero repeated, their voice sharper as their nails dug into Henchman’s face, scraping the skin when they ripped their hand away in frustration when they received no answer, letting Henchman’s head fall again before quickly slamming a knee into their gut.

“I don’t care how long it takes, this will go on until you fucking talk.”

And it went. On and on, but Henchman had already lost all track of time—consciousness was only a muddled depth of agony and exhaustion. It was a miracle, or a curse, that they hadn’t passed out, but through the haze Henchman was able to piece together enough thought to maybe come up with some sort of explanation. They hadn’t really noticed it, lost between the burn of the stun gun Hero had used and the sting of the fresh lashes across their back, but at some point they were sure they had been drugged. A small prick along the side of their neck, followed by a rush of awareness that hadn’t lasted long.

It was hours. Felt like days. There wasn’t a patch of skin anywhere on their body that wasn’t marred by some bruise or cut. At some point, Hero had tapped out, but they had been quickly replaced by some lower grade Agency member.

That was some sort of relief. While Hero’s aggression had been fueled by genuine hatred towards Villain and anyone associated with them such as Henchman was, Associate had no connection with them. Really, they seemed almost reluctant to take part. There was no emotion behind their actions, and every so often they would even pause for a moment to take a break, but some part of Henchman wished to think they were doing it to allow Henchman a moment to rest.

At one point, even, someone had lifted their head up, though Henchman wasn’t sure who. Their eyes had been so swollen with bruises, vision impaired with tears and blood, they couldn’t see much of anything. The touch hadn’t been rough, dare they say gentle even, carefully parting their lips to trickle a bit of water from a bottle down their throat.

“…Hero, we need to stop, they can’t-”

“I don’t care. You are not stopping until they talk.”

“But- Hero, I don’t think they’d be able to speak now anymore-”

“Keep. Going. That is an order, Associate.”

And so it kept. A bucket of cold water dumped over their body, exposed as all their clothes had been cut to shreds on the floor, showing where there was still space to inflict more pain. They weren’t cold for long, as Associate began to hold a lighter to the existing gashes.

…

“Hero, I don’t know what to do anymore. They’re not going to talk. They can’t. You need to cut them down, let them rest a bit-”

“You are in no position to be telling me what to do,” Hero snapped. “Get the hell back in there before you tor their fucking pl-”

The door flew inwards with a sharp kick, bouncing off the wall of the little conference room outside the interrogation chamber. A loud bang split the air, quickly followed by another, and both Hero and Associate were dead before their bodies fell, brain matter splattering across the one-way glass behind them that viewed in on the interrogation chamber.

Villain stepped forwards, a flicker of rage cutting across their indifferent composure as they saw past the gore.

They had a limited number of bullets, but to hell with that, they pulled back the hammer and shot at Hero again, the bullet splitting open their skull and ripping their jaw from them as it passed through the crown of their head.

And damn, if Villain didn’t have Henchman as a priority, they would have shot the bastard again. They would have used all their damn bullets, and then they’d rip Hero’s gun from its holster and shoot until they weren’t even recognizable as human.

They did not deserve the mercy of a quick death that Villain had given them, but it was too late to change that. Villain would come back, they settled, after Henchman was home and healing, and kill every damned person who had ever touched Henchman.

Villain shoved their gun into its holster, quickly stepping over the carnage to the door.

The closer they got to Henchman, the hotter their blood boiled.

They’d kill everyone in the whole fucking agency.

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I still only want to hurt Noah. Like seriously, that’s the only thing I want to write rn. Ugh

June of Doom Day 22

"I'm trying!"

| Humiliation | Crutches | Rage |

Cw: Mentions of punishment, tags above.

...

Whumper kicked Whumpee's legs out from under them, again.

They fell to the ground with a thud, their crutches rolling away from them.

"Pathetic," Whumper muttered, and Whumpee sobbed.

"I'm trying!"

"No," Whumper grabbed them by their shirt, hoisting them up, "you're not. Again."

Whumpee reached down and picked up the crutches, trying again to cross the room.

Their legs were destroyed, their bones set wrong afte Whumper had punished them. So now they had to learn to walk again.

They managed three steps before Whumper ran out of patience and kicked them down again.

"Is this all you can do?" Whumper kicked them again, knocking the wind from them. "Only a few meager steps after all I've done for you."

Whumpee let out another shuddering sob. "I'm sorry."

"You will be."

June of Doom Day 20

"That's gonna be one hell of a scar"

| Cage | Pliers | Scrape |

Cw: The prompts above, rescue, implied abuse/ torture, self-sacrifice.

I'm actually really proud of myself for keeping at this so long. I fully expected to fail before day 15. I'm thinking I might start posting snippets from my whumpy novel once I get through this shitshow of a month. Anyway, enjoy some more hero/villain whump!

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Villain sat in the cage, bleeding all over, but refusing to cower. They didn't huddle or hide in the corners of the cage, they sat, dead centre, and glared at the door, waiting for Supervillain to return.

But when the the click of the lock echoed through the room and the scrape of the dopr opening grated their ears, it wasn't Supervillain coming through the door. It was Sidekick. The very last person they'd ever expect to be here.

"Sidekick?"

Sidekick raised a finger to their lips. "Shush". Villain understood the message and chose to watch out the door as Sidekick pulled a pair of large pliers from their jacket and began to cut the wires on the cage. One by one. Snip snip snip. It took way longer than was comfortable for Villain, and they grew more paranoid with every snip of a wire that Supervillain would arrive.

But they never did, and soon, there was a hole large enough for Villain to crawl out.

As soon as they were out though, they couldn't stand straight. The cuts crisscrossing their legs made it impossible to rest their weight on their legs.

Sidekick hissed when they saw the wounds.

"That's gonna be one hell of a scar," they muttered. The first thing they'd said since they arrived. They didn't say another word as they looped Villain's arm over their shoulder and carried most of their weight as the pair limped out the door.

They approached the front door but Villain began to panic. Where was Supervillain? They must have heard them. Why hadn't they showed up?

"They're distracted right now," Sidekick whispered, reading their thoughts. Villain wanted to question it, but at that moment they heard the loud crash as someone fell through a window somewhere out of sight.

They heard the tell-tale voices of Supervillain and Hero arguing and suddenly they understood. Hero was distracting Supervillain, hence why Sidekick was here.

Sidekick didn't seem fazed in the slightest and continued carrying Villain out the car outside, loading them into the back seat.

"Hero-" Villain started, but Sidekick cut them off.

"They'll be fine. My orders are to get you out of here."

"But-"

They didn't get to finish their complaint as the car jerked forward, shooting out into the road, just as Supervillain came crashing out onto the road behind them, bruised and battered, followed by a furious Hero.

June of Doom Day 25

"Don't move"

| Natural Disaster | Drowning | Stranded |

Cw: The tags above.

I went for more lighthearted today cause sometimes we need a lil sarcasm in life

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Sidekick knelt, gripping the chains that shackled their hands to the floor as the water rose beneath them. They were desperatley pulling on them, trying to get higher.

"Don't move!" Villain called to them, standing on the edge of the precipice, a good ten meters from where Sidekick was chained, and slowly sinking.

"Oh really?" Sidekick said sarcastically. "I was planning on going and getting some tacos while I wait for you to unchain me."

"Don't be sarcastic, I'm panicking."

"You're panicking? You're not the one about to die!"

"I'm trying to help you, now shut up and let me think."

The water was rising quicker now. The earthquake had burst the water mains and left a furrow in the ground, leaving Sidekick the perfect captive the drown. Hero had run as soon as the tremors had started. "The civilians needed them" apparently.

Villain had arrived not long after, not about to let their captive die.

They'd brought them here to lure Hero, they weren't going to let the poor kid die.

They eventually gave up on trying to figure something out and just began backing up, trying to guage how far back they needed to be to get the running jump.

The water was reaching Sidekick's neck now, they were pulling the chains and holding themselves up. When they ran out of strength they'd be submerged.

Villain cursed and began to run, sprinting before leaping, only just landing on the platform as the water rose above Sidekick's chin.

They quickly dove beneath the water, key in hand, and began working to undo the shackles.

The first came undone quickly, but the second go stuck. With the little extra leeway, Sidekick was a little further away from drowning than they had been, but not much, and Villain didn't have the strength to keep ducking under.

But just as the water covered Sidekick's nose, the key turned and the shackle released, and the two enemies kicked off the ground the the surface.

Gasping for air, Villain let Sidkick grab their shirt and begin swimming towards the doorway.

They only just made it, diving through the door as the last of the floor dropped away and joined the rushing water below.

Villain lay on the ground panting for a moment before getting to their knees just in time to see Sidekick land a punch across Hero's jaw.