AI-less Whumptober Day 12: Self Harm

AI-less Whumptober Day 12: Self Harm

Fandom: Spider-verse

Warning: Self injury

Summary: Miles used to love being a hero. Now it seems to be killing him.

  Miles loved being a hero. He loved the people and he loved the city. Yeah he was sore and tired most of the time but the cost never bothered him much.

    But then it happened. A little boy got caught in the cross fire. Miles held him as he died. He screamed and cried for his parents but they didn't get there in time.

    When the hero got home he tore off his costume. He started to cry as he threw it at the wall. Without much thought, Miles slammed his first I to his stomach. He did it again and again until he couldn't think about anything other than the pain.

    He fell to his knees and sobbed as he held his stomach. But the physical pain erased the mental pain. He already put himself in harms way, why not do what everyone else did? Take it out on him.

    As time went on, the hitting stopped being enough. When it stopped being enough, Miles went for the pocket knife his uncle had given him. He tore into his thigh. As the blood spilled he regretted his decision. What would happen if his parents found out?

    They would ask what he had to hate. But he couldn't tell them. There was no lie he could think of that would make sense. So there was no way they could ever know.

    Scars started to grow along side the once he was given by villains. His legs were the first victim of the knife, then his upper arms. Miles didn't dear cut his wrist. Summer would be a pain.

    Ganke started to notice something was wrong. He saw blood stains on his everyday clothing and found a rag that had been used to clean up blood.

    When he asked, Miles convinced him that the villains had just been more violent lately. Then he started to hide everything. Even small things.

    But the cuts grew worse. As the city started to wonder if Spider-Man was the hero he swore to be, Miles fel the pressure grow. He didn't handle pressure well anymore.

    As people died, he stopped doing well in school. When he stopped doing well, his parents talked to him. The asked what was wrong and why he was doing so poorly in his classes.

    As badly as he wanted to tell them, Miles just said he was tired. When they asked why, he got silent. It felt like he were living on lies.

    When Spider-Man got to his room he went to change into his pajamas. He looked in the mirror that was on the wall. He had bandages all over him and scars where the bandaids didn't cover. Miles felt tears falling from his eyes as he started to hyperventilate.

    He knew he needed to stop hiring himself, to get help. But how could he get help if he was a hero? All the help he needed was because he was a hero. The boy looked at his body in same. How could he have done this to himself?

    Miles hated being a hero. Sure he loved the people and the city but he was sore and tired all of the time. His body held the scars that he was given by himself and others. His mind held the trauma. He wondered if he'd be okay. 

Winter Whumperland Day 4: The Grinch (Sedative)

Fandom: Spider-verse

Warnings: Drugs and drug related jokes

Summary: Hobie is sitting in the clocktower, watching the city, when a young villain decides to ruin his fun.

Part two soon

    Spider sense was helpful. Hobie sat at the top of the clock tower in his city just watching the people. Sure it wasn't peaceful but something about the way they crowded the street reassured him.

    It had been a while since everything was so calm. Even if calm didn't mean the same thing in what seemed to be every other universe. Hobie looked at his watch for the time. Even though he was on the clock tower the face was well, under him.

    Then it happened. As his spider sense went off, Hobie slipped on his mask before turning around to see the villain of the week. Before he could say anything, the villain had already started her attack.

    The villain was around 5'6 with blonde hair that was in two messy buns. She had bright red eyes and an unnerving smile. Her clothes were mostly dark blue and blacks with her weapons in two thigh holsters and a knife in her long black shoes. She looked to be around his age.

    Standing, Hobie made his way towards the girl. He wondered what made her this way for a moment before deciding to tire her up and ask. It wasn't worth it to turn her in if she could change. Not with his government and he'd hate to see someone so young die.

    The villain grabbed her weapon to relieve a box. She grabbed a needle from the box and placed it in her palm.

    Needles were never a good sign. Most of the time they were used as some scientific power up that was a real pain in the ass to deal with. But something seemed different this time.

    After a moment, Hobie started to grow more anxious about the needle. He realized it couldn't have been for her or she would have used it already. That only left him.

    As the girl grew closer Hobie tried to grab the needle from her hand. He missed her hand and she stabbed the needle into his skin. The clear liquid flowed into his body. Then she jumped back and threw the syringe.

    "That's some dangerous litter now. Might wanna pick that up."

    "You're funny."

    "What? There's a lot of junkies around here! Plus littering is a crime." Hobie tried to laugh off the incident. He smiled a little under his mask and took another swing at the villain.

    Then he started to feel the drug. He didn't feel bad, just tired. Very tired. The world was thrown off balance. Everything felt somewhat foggy, like he hadn't slept for days. He needed to wrap this up.

    The girl smiled. "Feel'n funny?" She giggled.

    "Wouldn't you like to know." Hobie started to stumble over his feet. He felt his body give as he fell to the ground. He watched the villain walk towards him.

    "Nighty night."

    Then the world went black.

Winter Whumperland Day 5: Ebenezer Scrooge (Time Loop)

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Warnings: Multiple character deaths as well as suicide.

Summary: After being killed by the empire, Tech finds himself stuck in a time loop.

It had been six months after the end of the war. Tech had been with his family when the empire came to Ord Mantell.

Sitting at Cid's bar, clone troopers in gray and white armor entered. Then Crosshair had. His armor was no longer its familiar red and black.

Wrecker was the one to go down first. He pulled his gun, ready to shoot. Then he was gone. Omega leaned in closer to Tech who grabbed her unconsciously.

Echo was next. Then Hunter. Everything happened too fast. Before Tech could react he was on the floor, trying to protect Omega. Then she was gone. He had been shot in the side.

Tech looked up at

But when he opened his eyes it was morning again. He listened to the sound of Wrecker laughing and Echo telling him "don't do that! Hunter and Tech are still asleep."

That wasn't possible. They had just died didn't they? Was it all just a twisted nightmare.

What Tech knew for sure was that he needed to get up. It had all felt so real. But that was impossible. Or at least that's what Tech thought.

As the family went though their day, the clone slowly got more and more nervous. He wasn't able to shake the feeling of the nightmare. No matter what he did, even when the day seemed to be over, Tech couldn't calm down.

That was until it happened again. The clone reacted differently this time. As soon as the door opened and he heard the footsteps, he told them they needed to go. They needed to leave.

But it was too late. This time Tech had grabbed Omega sooner. He tried to get her behind the bar. As Wrecker was killed, Tech pushed Omega behind him. If anything he wouldn't let her die.

Hunter tried to move to Echo's side. He ordered Tech to take Omega and get her out of the bar.

"I'm trying" Tech shot back.

Echo shot a few of the troopers down before he was killed. As his body fell, Hunter instinctively tried to catch him. He didn't even know why he tried to. He knew he was gone.

For a moment time seemed too slow for them. Hunter sat on the ground, stunned. Then they shot him.

Tech had gotten Omega out the back door. He looked down at his comm to see what time it was. It seemed so insignificant, yet like something he should do. 2100 hours.

As the two turned the corner, Crosshair was waiting for them. Tech grabbed Omega and tried to get her out of the line of fire. Once more his efforts were in vain.

She hadn't been killed immediately. This time, Tech couldn't do anything but watch as she died. He held herz trying to figure out what to do. Crosshair had paused his attack, realizing the girl was still alive.

What was maybe thirty seconds felt like hours. Tech has never been good with the dieing. But he held her. He looked at Crosshair when she had stopped breathing and went to stand. A bullet met his skull.

Then he woke up. He didn't understand what was happening or why it was happening to him. Wrecker was laughing again.

"Don't do that! Hunter and Tech are still asleep." He heard Echo say.

It was morning again.

Tech remembered the time that the attack happened. Unnerved, he went to find Omega. When he found her he just pulled her into a hug. He only held her for a moment but she was still confused.

"Are you feeling okay Tech?" Echo asked.

"Yes" Tech answered quickly. He then walked back to his bed. What did he do about this? The day seemed to be repeated. Every time he died, the day started over. He walked back to the others.

"How about we, go somewhere" Tech proposed.

"And where should we go Tech?" Hunter asked.

"Somewhere."

"Are you sure you're okay? You're acting kinda funny?" Wrecker stood to walk over to him.

"Yes I am."

"We could explore more of Ord Mantell?" Omega said excitedly.

"No!" Tech said loudly. "How about the, near by moon?"

The others looked at each other. "how about we do that tomorrow?" Echo said.

"No. We should go now."

"How about we go see if Cid needs something?" Hunter suggested.

"Fine" Tech answered. Then the group left the Marauder. Cid told them to run a few on world errands for her and despite Tech's protests, they did.

2100 hours came around quickly. For an hour before that, Tech has been trying to get them to leave the bar. But Wrecker was having fun talking to someone, Echo and Hunter were throwing darts, and Omega had been talking to Cid until a few minutes ago.

When Tech hears the footsteps, he pulled his gun, ready. As soon as he could confirm it was the empire, he started shooting. It helped this time.

They got to Cids office before they started to die. Tech couldn't remember what happened when he woke up.

"Don't do that! Hunter and Tech are still asleep." Echo sounded annoyed as he tried to get Wrecker to stop whatever he had been doing.

Over and over Tech tried to stop them from dying. Over and over he failed them. It felt like fighting a fire with matches. As he grew tired he tried to find different ways to deal with the attacks. He tried almost every angle he could to get them off Ord Mantell. No matter what they seemed to stay.

It had been so long. Why had he been chosen for this? What even could cause such a time loop and why were they so important? It had to be something like the will of the force but why were they the ones to live?

"Don't do that! Hunter and Tech are still asleep."

Tech didn't get up this time. He had tried and tried and tried. After a few hours of trying to come up with a plan, he walked out to the others. He tried to get them to listen to him. He tried to get them off world. But they were still at the damn bar by 2100 hours.

Before the others knew it, they were going out the back door. The fight was taken to the streets. One by one, they fell. First Wrecker, then Echo, then Hunter, then Omega. It was just him and Crosshair.

Diving behind some building Tech, with shacking hands pulled his gun to his head. Every memory of every attempt flooded his head. Before Crosshair got the chance to take him out once more, he shot.

He woke up on the Marauder as he knew he would. He fell asleep for a while.

Hours after he was supposed to wake up, he walked to the cockpit. He made sure everyone was in the ship before simply taking off. He didn't care when they asked where he was taking them.

When Cid commed the group to warn them to not go back to Ord Mantell, the batch asked Tech how he had known and asked why he didn't just tell them. Tech shook. Even though he wanted to explain, it all sounded too crazy.

Instead he walked back to his bed and laid down. He tossed his gun to the other side of the room, trying to find the strength to not circum to the memories of something that no longer existed.

The batch watched him carefully for a while. Slowly Tech tried to recover. He felt like he had.

Now he was hanging off of a rail car. As he realized what he had to do, Tech thought of the cruel irony of the situation. He had saved them so many times by dying. It was time to do it again.

But something told him he wouldn't be waking up again. This was it. Tech had saved them all so many times just to die one final time.

As he shot the only part of the car that held the other on to the rail, he sighed. Maybe he would just get to rest this time.

Merry Whumpmas Day 5: Poison

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: Runaan leaves a poison on the table as he goes to grab something before leaving not knowing anyone was home. Ethari comes out of his workshop and decides he wants a drink.

  Assassins are careful. But sometimes being careful isn't enough. Sometimes you need to make sure your husband isn't home when you leave your poison next to his glass. The color of the liquids were that different.

    Ethari walked out of his workshop to realize he had forgotten his drink on the table. Runaan had almost forgotten his small knife he kept on him just in case.

    As he walked out to the dinning room where he had left his supplies, he paused for a moment. "I didn't know you were home."

    "Oh, I was in my workshop. Are you about to head out love?" Ethari asked as he set down his glass.

    Runaan looked at the glass. He looked at the one next to it and froze. His eyes locked on the two glasses as he realized that his husband had grabbed the wrong glass.

    "Ethari, sit down." He pulled out a chair at the table and pushed him into it.

    "Is everything okay?" the man asked.

    "No. You grabbed the wrong glass."

    Runaan's heart sank as he watched Ethari realize what had happened.

    "It's okay. Go get the antidote. I'll be fine here."

    The elf ran back to his closet. He had moved everything there when Rayla moved in. He tore it apart trying to find it.

    In the other room, Ethari started to feel the effects of the poison. He tried to stand to go help Runaan and to maybe help him calm down. He got a few feet before he collapsed. His breathing speed slightly as he sat against the table.

    A crash came from their room. Runaan pulled away from the object that fell. He looked at his shaking hand to see blood coming out of a large cut. He shook it off and looked back to the closet.

    Rayla hadn't moved in all that long ago and he hadn't had a chance to really organize everything yet. She took up a lot more time then Runaan had realized she would. He didn't mind most of the time but right now he almost resented taking her in.

    But even then he knew it wasn't her fault. As he grabbed for a vile at the top of the shelf, he thought about how he knew better then to leave something as deadly as poison on the table. He knew better then to assume it would be okay.

    The vile came into his grasp and he looked at the label on the bottom. He had found what he needed.

    Ethari couldn't see straight. He had a terrible headache and everything felt off center. Even though he knew he was staying still, everything felt like it was moving. The worst part was feeling tired. He felt so tired.

    When Runaan came into the room, Ethari hadn't noticed at first. He only saw him when he was a few feet in front of him.

    "Love?" He asked.

    "Drink this." Runaan put the small vile against Ethari's lips and tipped it some. The elf tried to take the glass but Runaan didn't let him.

    Slowly he started to recover. While he still couldn't see straight or think very well, Ethari took his husband's injured hand into his own. He looked at his, swaying and tried to get him to take care of it.

    At first Runaan didn't understand but slowly he got the point and grabbed a nearby towel and pressed it against his hand. "Is that better?"

    Ethari smiled. Runaan grabbed him and laid him down on the couch. He grabbed the trash can and put it next to them and held Ethari's hair when he threw up. He pulled the other back into the couch when he almost fell off.

    Another assassin walked into their home. He didn't even knock. He looked at Runaan confused. "Everything okay? You were supposed to meet up like thirty minutes ago."

    "I'm going to be late. If the time comes and you must leave, I will catch up."

    "Okay?" The elf sounded skeptical as he started to walk away.

    "Can you, find Rayla for me? Take her the coins on the counter and tell her to grab some bread from the market."

    "Don't want her home yet?" He asked.

    "Not yet."

    The assassin grabbed the coins and headed for the door. "I'll keep her distracted."

    "Thank you." Runaan looked back at the man in front of him. He sighed. This had never happened before. Normally he was more careful than that. He never should have left such a strong poison on the table.

    It was yours before Ethari came close to recovering. The assassin had done as he said he and had kept Rayla away from the home.

    "I'm so sorry" Runaan began. "I never should have left poison on the table. I was just going to grab something."

    "It's okay." Ethari spoke slowly and softly. "I probably should have looked."

    "No this is my fault. How are you feeling?"

    "Better then before."

    "Good."

    "You need to go right?"

    "I can stay."

    "No, you go ahead. I'll be okay."

    It took awhile before Runaan finally agreed to leave. He left the trash can by his side and bright Ethari a glass of water.

    "I'll be home soon. I love you." He kissed  Ethari's forehead and made his way to the door.

    "I love you too dear." Ethari laid back down on the couch. He grabbed the glass of water and took a sip of it. Then he set it back on the table and grabbed the book that was there. Taking the blanket into his hands, he pulled it over him and opened the book. At least he had a reason to read now.

Merry Whumpmas Day 1: Hospital

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Summary: Echo has to go to the hospital after cutting his hand open. Tech goes with him to help his stay calm as he tries not to think about Skako Minor.

    Echo hated hospitals. They scared him. They seemed to quite and to loud for his liking. He hated being around them but even more he hated being in them.

    Pabu was a beautiful place. Even that wouldn't ease Echo's mind as Tech and him walked towards their hospital.

    "Are you sure we have to go?" Echo asked.

    "The laseration in your palm is deep. It will need stitches. Maybe be more careful around knives next time." Tech kept walking forwards. "It should be a simple procedure. They will numb your hand and stitch it. You will have to come back to get the stitches out."

    "Why can't we wrap it?"

    "Bacta is not something overly easy to come by so they need to preserve it. So do we."

    "Alright."

    Hospitals were to clean, to blank, and to bright. Even though Echo didn't remember much from when he was with the Techno Union, he did remember some things.

    It was cold and white. It smelled too clean. Echo shook his head. He tried to clear his mind. As they arrived the clone paused. "I don't think I can go in."

    "I understand this may be difficult for you. Trauma is not easy to overcome. We will take it slowly. Or at least we will try. Can I provide some form of comfort to you?" Tech walked up to be right beside him. Despite his slightly robotic tone, Echo knew he was genuine.

    Nothing came to mind. The domino tried to find anything that might help. even in the slightest. But there was nothing. "Just stay close?" He shook.

    "I intend to." Tech started to walk forward.

Echo had been right. Exam rooms always looked the same. He sat in his, trying not to cry as a droid came in to look at his hand. Tech intervened quickly and asked if there was a living doctor there. The droid seemed offended but Tech didn't seem to notice. Still he went to grab a doctor.

Just as Echo had feared, all he could think about was the Techno Union. He thought about how the only memories he had were before he was put in the tube he was found in. Memories filled with pain and suffering.

Memories of droids that had stood over him, putting him back together. The few thoughts he had had been wondering if he should have survived or about what happened to the others; what would happen to him. The pain, though only a memory, had been the worst thing he had ever physically felt.

That pain could never compare to the pain that would come with healing from what had happened to him. That pain could never compare to the pain of losing your brothers.

Even now he wasn't completely healed. It felt like those droid's scalpels just kept cutting. Maybe he would never heal? Maybe those wounds would never scar.

Those droids had stood in a clean, white room. When thinking about it, it only ever reminded him of hospital rooms. Sometimes the people nearby cities or towns would let the clones use their hospitals. Other than that, Echo had never been in a hospital.

But now he knew why he feared them so much. They looked just like that room he had been put back together in. Even if his time on Skako Minor was a blur, he knew that this was what the room looked like.

A chill went down Echo's metal spine. He looked over at Tech who stood near the door. He wanted to call for him but his voice hung in his throat. The tears he had been trying so hard to hold back started to slide down his face.

Tech turned around and walked to his side. Unsure of what to say, he just sat with him. He had learned that he wasn't very good at handling current emotional reactions and crying was one of them. Echo reached for his brother and cried into his shoulder.

The doctor opened the door but stopped. She stood in the doorway, confused and slightly concerned. "Is everything alright?" She asked kindly.

"My brother suffers with trauma related to rooms that look similar to this one. Let him calm down." Tech never even looked at her. He just, somewhat awkwardly, held Echo.

Soon he was able to think a little better. He moved from his place in Techs arms to look at the doctor. She had gone to get him some ice chips and had just gotten back. "ice chips?" She asked.

"Sure." Echo didn't question why she had brought him ice chips of all things. He reached for one but hissed as he remembered why he was there. Tech took the cup and ate one of the pieces of ice.

"Let's get that taken care of." The doctor talked to Echo through the whole thing. It helped being able to focus on something else. When she was done, they were sent to the front to check out and then they could leave.

As they left the building Tech spoke. "That could have been worse" he said.

"Yeah. It could have been."

AI-less Whumptober Day 13: Bloody Knuckles (Alt Prompt 1 )

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Waring: violents

Summary: After Adrien detransforms, he is pulled from his hiding place and has to fight the villain out of costume.

  Adrien wasn't sure what to do when he turned the corner and detransformed. He tried to hide at first, telling Plagg to get some cheese from his jacket as he planned what to do next. He slid into a classroom and dove under some chairs.

    "Cat Noir!" A singsong voice teased.

    "Fuck" he whispered. "Plagg hurry please."

    "There's no cheese!" He whispered harshly.

    "Go find something. Meet me back here." As Plagg snuck off, Adrien brought him knees in further.

    Sound Steeler was mad at the world. After being in a car crash, she was informed that her hearing would never be the same. An injury near her ear made even loud noises sound like whispers. Now as she stole others hearing, she could hear everything. She wouldn't stop until she found the man who did this to her.

    The sound of Adrien's breathing was too loud. Sound Steeler grabbed him from under the chairs. She threw him across the room and into the wall. It hurt more than he remembered.

    "Look, a straggler!" She screamed. Without another word and without reason, the villain attacked.

    Adrien moved from his place against the wall just in time. He grabbed a chair and hurled it at her. "Hey! What did I do?"

    "Nothing! Isn't it funny how that happens?!" Adrien ducked under a table and went to the other side. As Sound Steeler went to get him from the side he entered, the hero grabbed a metal water bottle and slammed into her head. She looked up and scowled. "You little bitch!" 

   Then she grabbed him. Adrien didn't want to hurt anyone. As Cat Noir he could avoid having to fight. But out of his costume it was too dangerous.

    The next thing he knew he was standing up. He had pulled the akuma off of her belt and was standing there. Adrien hid under a table as Plagg flew back in the room to transform.

    "Are you okay?" He asked the girl. She looked to be maybe sixteen.

    She stood up. "what?"

    Cat Noir nodded his head and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the destroyed room. "Are you okay?"

    "Yeah."

    "Cataclysm." Cat Noir reached and destroyed the butterfly. "Let's get you home." He wrote.

    "I'm sorry" She almost yelled. Adrien just smiled. He took her home before returning to his school. The classroom was still destroyed.

    "Hey Adrien!" Nino yelled. "That was crazy!" He looked down. "What happened?"

    Adrien looked down. "Oh. Ummm." Blood fell from his fingers. Not much but it still stood out on the floor. His knuckles were torn and he realized just how much his hands hurt. He wanted to slam his hands behind him but instead he just stood there.

    The boy started to shake. How long had it been? Did anyone else see? He wondered why Ladybug hadn't showed up and began to panic as he remembered he would have to explain to his father why his hands had been so messed up.

    "You okay?" Nino started to get more concerned. "Here, come with me. Let's get away from the crowd." Before Adrien could disagree, Nino was leading him away.

    They entered the boiler room. Nino looked at Adrien. "Okay, so what happened?"

    "How do I explain this to my father?"

    "I think that's the wrong thing to be upset over."

    As Adrien brought his hands up to his chest, be stared at them. This had never happened before. He looked at the blood and the tares in his skin. He moved his fingers and hissed before looking back at Nino. "I'm never going to be allowed out of the house again."

    Tears went to Adrien's eyes. Everything at once hit him. Here he was, standing in front of his best friend in a room they shouldn't even be in, hands tattered because he had beat the shit out of the victim who attacked him, and the thing he was scared of the most was his father.

    Nino sat down and motioned for Adrien to do the same. He did. "Bro, what happened?"

    "The akuma" he started. He took his hands into lap and rested them there. "I had gotten stuck in the classroom that got destroyed. When I heard Sound Stealer coming I dove under some chairs.

    Adrien stopped to breathe. "She pulled me from under the chairs and, my back hurts. Actually everything hurts." He leaned into Nino.  "I had to do something. She was gonna kill me. When I broke the akumatised object she wasn't hurt."

    "Yo where the hell was Cat Noir and Ladybug?" Nino raised his voice.

    "Ladybug wasn't at the fight and Cat Noir ran out of time."

    "I'm gonna sneak into the nurse's office and see if I can get you some bandages and disinfectant. I'll be right back." Nino stood up and headed out the door.

    Adrien sat there. "You good kid?" Plagg asked.

    "What took you so long?"

    "There was nothing to eat nearby!" The kwami swore.

    "It's fine." Nino returned.

    "Okay so I don't know what I'm doing." He took out his phone and looked up what to do. He put some disinfectant on each cut and wrapped his hand gently. "Just tell your father the truth. Or actually that's one of the worst ideas I've ever had. Let's find you some gloves."

    "Okay." They looked around the school until they came to the conclusion that they would have to buy some.

    "I'll sneak into your house and give them to you. Sound good?"

    "Nino, I don't think you should come in." Adrien pulled off his backpack and handed him a folder. "Here, just say I forgot it."

    Nino took the folder, "sneaky, I like it."

    Later that day, Nino brought Adrien his folder. When Adrien looked inside, a pair of black fingerless gloves rested in it with a note. "I thought these would be less inconspicuous. Love ya bro and good luck!" Adrien smiled. At Least now he didn't have to worry about his father. Didn't stop his hands from hurting though.