Whump: The Musical Day 9: Sweeney Todd (Razors)

Whump: The Musical Day 9: Sweeney Todd (Razors)

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Warning: Self harm and mentioned death

Summary: Hunter was just trying to take a shower. But the quietness of the room allows his mind to wander to memories of the war.

  Turning in the shower, Hunter started to undress. It was been a long time since he had showered. When he removed his clothing, he looked down at his body for a moment. Gently he touched a smaller scar from his time as a cadet. He smiled softly at the thought

    As the water started to heat up, the man started to think. They were two years into the Clone War now. Trying to shake any negative feelings, he stepped into the shower. The water was warm and inviting. It ran over him and he watched dirt from the last mission run off of him and into the drain.

    There was nothing to focus on. The sound of the water hitting the shower floor was the only noise in the room. Hunter looked at his soap in the corner. Most clones didn't have sented soap but he did. When the batch had gone on one of their first missions, they found a few credits and he decided he wanted to take better care of his hair.

    That was the same mission that Hunter had watched a reg get bitten in half. Still alive, the man had screamed for him. The worm like creater, didn't finish off the reg so the Sargent did. Nothing could be done, so, when the reg told him to kill him, he did.

    Shaking his head, Hunter tried to find something else to think about. Looking at the faucet, he turned up the temperature of the water. It almost hurt but not enough for him to change it. Grabbing his shampoo, he out the gel in his hand. The forest and whiskey sent spread across the bathroom. Anything that was sented that Hunter owned all smelled the same.

    Running his hands though his hair, he thought about the last mission. A reg he had met, he had longer hair, about the length of Hunter's, had asked to braid his hair. So he let him. There was no harm that could come from it.

   The feeling of running his fingers though his hair reminded him of it. Despite the hot water, Hunter shook. The reg had shortly after died. The worst part had been that it wasn't a easy death. It was gruesome and bloodly and painful. The man hadn't deserved that and Hunter could have saved him. All he had to do was grab him; get him out of the way of the droids who couldn't see him.

    Trying to get the shampoo out of his hair, Hunter realized he already had. Grabbing the conditioner, he tried to get the step out of the way quickly. Rubbing it into his scalp, he tried to ignore every memory that floated though his head.

    Rinsing the conditioner out, felt to long. Turning the water up seemed logical. The water was burning now. Hunter's skin started to have a red tint to it. After that he decided to shave. He didn't do it often, but sometimes it amdw him feel better. Talking care of his body felt nice and shaving could be helpful.

    Taking the shaving cream off the shelf, Hunter out some on his arm. It was an accident. The man had given himself a cut. It was small but watching the blood run down his arm and drip into the shower, made everything in his mind quiet.

    Then he got an idea.

    Burning water wasn't enough anymore. It couldn't quite stop his mind from hurting him. Taking the razor, he cut his upper arm again. The shaving cream slid down his arm and so did the blood.

    Then he dug the razor into his skin again and again. Hunter had given himself multiple lacerations on his arm. Some were deeper than others but now of them were straight lines. They tended to have smaller cuts around the deeper ones. Crimson blood rain over his arm and down the drain. Tears mixed with water and Hunter pulled the razor away from his skin.

    The memories of the war faded as he looked at the razor. He realized he didn't even grab his own. The handle was orange. So here Hunter was, cutting himself with Tech's razor.

    Something snapped. Going to cut again, Hunter threw the razor out of the shower. Pressing his back against the wall, he sighed. The thought of Tech seeing his razor with blood on it made him panic a little. The concern would kill him.

    The man's eyes locked in on his body wash as he remembered he hadn't used it yet. However, the only thing Hinter was really thinking about was how he managed to grab Tech's razor and not his own. Trying to find a towel, Hunter realized he wasn't alone.

    Wrecker stood in the bathroom, holding Tech's razor. "What happened?"

    "Nothing. Give me a towel."

    Inviting Hunter's privacy, Wrecker opened the shower curtain. In shock, he dropped the razor. "Hunter" he said. "I heard you crying. I didn't know you had, um."

    "Just hand he a towel." So Wrecker did.  After that he grabbed bandages from the cabinet and some hydrogen peroxide to clean it.

    While Wrecker did that, Hunter got dressed. He left his shirt off to the side so that his brother could have an easier time wrapping his upper arm.

    "What happened?" Wrecker copied his question from earlier.

    Hunter just shook his head. His brother took that answer and put some peroxide on a towel. Dabbing it on the cuts, he softly took his hand.

    "Has this happened before?" It was surprising how gently Wrecker could be. Even though Hunter had known with his whole life, it still took him off guard sometimes.

    "No."

    "Please don't make this a habit. Just come find me okay. Don't do this to yourself again. Promise me." Wrecker looked so concerned. Hunter felt bad for putting him through it.

    "Okay. I promise."

    "All done." Taking a fun bandage out of the med pack, Wrecker out one near the wrap. 

    Hunter smiled softly. "Thank you."

Whump: The Musical master list! Firstly I had a great time coming up with ideas for these prompts! This is truly a very unique challenge! I look forward to next year's! Hopefully I'll post everything in time and finish it!

To make finding stories you may like easier, I have color coronated everything. Summaries and notes/warnings are with the stories! I hope you enjoy them!!

Fandoms: The Bad Batch, Star Wars, The Owl House,

Day 1: Cats (Second Chance)

Day 2: Wicked ("No Good Deed Goes Unpunished.")

Day 3: Jesus Christ Superstar (betrayed)

Day 4: Les Misérables (Survivors Guilt)

Day 5: Heathers (Reluctant Whumper)

Day 6: Newsies (Chronic Pain)

Day 7: The Last Five Years (I will not lose because you can not win.")

Day 8: Day 8: Hades Town (Deals)

Day 9: Sweeney Todd (Razers)

Day 10: Rent ("Feels Too Damn Much Like Home.")

Day 11: Bare: A Pop Opera (Outing/Religious Trauma)

Day 5: Heathers (Reluctant Whumper)

Fandom: The Owl House

Summary: Hunter is sent to kill a wild witch. Even if he doesn't want to, he has to.

  Hunter had been told that obedient was the best thing he could be. It was the best way to help his dear uncle. It was as the titan had intended.

    He never questioned it. At least outwardly. Being sent to find wild witches was something Hunter had never minded. Missions to find titans blood or other mythical objects weren't rare and it didn't matter who got hurt or killed as long as he came back with what he was sent for.

    Even if he never found titans blood, he came back with most everything else. But this mission was different. When Belos had told him that his only job was to find a wild witch and kill her he opened his mouth to protest. 'Maybe she's not past redemption?' he thought.

    But he was obedient. He was like a loyal dog who ran back to their owner even after being kicked over and over. He was hurt over and over but he still ran to Belos. There was no one else he had to listen to, to guide him.

    So off he went. Killing was something he was uncomfortable with. Hunter had never taken a life. He never wanted to. But this was what he was needed for. It almost felt as if Belos was trying to get rid of him.

    But that couldn't be the case. All Hunter had ever done was what he was told or what was in the best interest of Belos. It wasn't easy.

    Hunter found the witches home. It was smaller but pretty. There was a window to crawl into so he walked to it. Placing his staff off to the side of the window, the boy crawled inside. He walked around until he heard laughter.

    It felt like his heart stopped. The witch had a friend over. He walked back out to the living area and stepped into the kitchen. Picking up a piece of fruit he reseated the situation.

    The truth was he could hurt her. It didn't matter what Belos wanted. Hunter couldn't do it. He had to return to say he hadn't found her or that he had failed to end her life.

    But how could he return empty handed. How did he walk into the castle knowing that he left instead of even trying? Could Belos know? What would happen if he found out?

    Hunter sighed as footsteps came from the hall. He hid behind a counter as he listened to two women talking. "I thought I heard something."

    The two women looked around the room until they found Hunter. "Golden guard." The target spoke. "Why are you here?"

    The boy just looked at her. She didn't look evil. Her shoulder length deep blue hair was half but up. Her clothes were nicely put together and so were her partners.

    But what now? He stood behind the counter with a knife. A knife he had barely realized he had in his hand. It had been given to him by Belos for the mission. "Routine checkup, I'll be going now." That was the best thing he could come up with.

    The witch knew better than to believe that. "Sasha, grab my plainsmen." The target said. Sasha nodded and ran out of the room.

    Whether Hunter liked it or not, it was time to fight. Running to the window, he was pulled back inside before he could grab his staff. "I know why you're here."

    "You do?"

    "I'm not stupid, you're here because I'm a wild witch. By the look of the knife, you're probably gonna kill me."

    Hunter tried to explain but the women didn't give him a chance. As Sasha thew her partner her plainsmen, the boy was thrown to the ground.

    With a plainsmen pointed at him, it became a matter of life and death. Hunter chose life. He didn't want to do it. Ever since he left the castle, he had been trying to find a way to avoid the bloodshed.

    The boy kicked the staff and grabbed his knife. He drove the knife into her chest and stepped away from the boy. Sasha screamed as she watched her lover fall to the ground. "May" she whispered as she moved over to her.

    The boy thought he might cry. Hunter figured he shouldn't stick around to kill her too. It didn't seem like a good idea to face Sasha, she was twice his size and even if he had fought people her size, he didn't feel like it today.

    While the college-aged women ran to her deceased partner's side, Hunter jumped out the window. Grabbing his staff, he ran off into the woods to report back to Belos.

    Avoiding Belos's wrath was good. The teen tried to focus on that. If he didn't, he'd have to deal with murdering someone. Why did he do everything he was told? Hunter followed every order, even if he didn't want to. It didn't seem fair. Maybe he should have just made May join a coven?

    None of that mattered now. It didn't matter that he hadn't wanted to kill May, he did. The pain that her grieving lover and her lizard like palisman must have felt was something he couldn't comprehend yet.

    Returning to the castle, Hunter informed Belos that he had completed his task. Once dismissed, he went to his room. There he laid on his bed. It would be a long night.

June of Doom Day 7: "What Happened?"

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: What if the golden fleece hadn't been delivered at camp in time? What if they had been too late to save their friends?

  The Party Ponies had been riding for a while now. Percy wished he could sleep or maybe relax some. Hopefully Clarisse had made it to Camp Half-blood and gotten the golden fleece to Thalia's pine tree. Camps magical border kept the campers alive.

    It was starting to get late. The sky was becoming beautiful reds and oranges. Fluffy clouds complimented the colors and the weather was surprising nice. Yet it felt too beautiful.

    When they arrived, Clarisse sat at the edge of camp. She was on her knees, the golden fleece laying on a down pine tree. There was a strong sent of smoke and a faint glow going from the treeline. The world was quiet except for her soft crying.

    "What happened?" Annabeth asked Clarisse as she got off of one of the party ponies.

    "What happened?" Clarisse stood. "What happened?! We were too late, that's what happened! Camp is gone!"

    Getting off of Chiron's back, with his help, Percy walked over to them. Grover joined him. "What do you mean 'camp is gone?'"

    "There's bodies everywhere. The monsters got here first." The girl walked over to the pine tree.

    Tyson found his footing and got off of his Party Pony. He joined everyone else. Looking at everyone, the cyclops had a puzzled look on his face. "What's wrong?"

    "Thalia failed to protect us." Shifting her weight from one leg to the other, Clarisse looked around. Her eyes landed back on the pine tree on the ground.

    That's when they realized it was Thalia's tree the fleece rested on. Annabeth had tears in her stormy eyes. Grover grabbed her and hugged her, crying. It was just them now. There was no tree to go to and there was no older brother to talk to. Luke had caused all of this.

    "We have to do something. There might be some campers still alive." Percy spoke. "We have to try!" He started to walk towards camp.

    Chiron stopped him. "I will investigate."

    "I already tried." With the little light it was hard to see the blood on Clarisse already dark clothes. "There are still monsters in camp. I can tell there are some campers alive, but we can't get to them; not without help anyway. I couldn't find any cabin leaders." She sat back down on the tree. If Clarisse was thinking about battle safely, it was bad.

    "So what I'm hearing is we have to help them! No one else can. The Party Ponies can help, right? Come on guys!" Percy walked towards the Centaurs.

    Chiron walked over to Annabeth to console her. Camp had been her home for so long. Grover kept her in a tight hug. While Percy walked over to the Party Ponies, Clarisse stood once more. She looked towards camp. "If you haven't noticed, the arts and craft cabin is on fire."

    While continuing to walk, Percy spoke. "I was gonna ask at some point which cabin it was."

    As Percy talked to the Centaurs, Clarisse picked up her sword. Annabeth tried to stop crying. The girl knew that she needed to help her family, everything else could come later.

    "It's okay Grover." Annabeth tried to reassure her friend. "Or at least it will be."

    "The Party Ponies say they'll help, we just have to throw them a party later." Percy kind of laughed.

    "What kind of party?" Tyson had an innocent look on his face. He may be a big guy, he was still young.

    "One we can't attend buddy." Percy informed his brother.

    "Why not?"

    "It's an adult kind of party."

    "Okay." Tyson seemed satisfied with that answer.

    "Clarisse, did you see Mr. D anywhere?" Walking to the border, Annabeth grabbed her dagger.

    "Nope."

    "Unfortunately, Dionysus is not prohibited to help the campers with a monster attack such as this one. It's classified as 'mortal affairs'. He would not even be allowed to help Caster and Pollux. In this case, it may have been best for him to leave the premises so as to not attract any more monsters." Chiron looked saddened as he spoke.

    "Oh. That's sad." Tyson grabbed Percy and kept him close.

    "We are Camp Half-Blood's last hope." Clarisse had a way of starting to talk like a military sergeant in movies when she was about to talk about battle. "We'll have to stay in groups of at least two. Watch for injured campers and if you find one, try to keep them alive. We should try to find Apollo kids, we'll need them."

    Drying his tears, Grover spoke up. "Do you think anyone is alive?"

    "We must have hope." Chiron walked over to his cousins and talked to them about the risk of engaging in the battle in camp. They all seemed to understand perfectly. The half-bloods assumed it was the fight to save children's lives that made them be so quick to join; that or the promise of a party thrown by Dionysus.

    The half-bloods gathered closer to the border and talked. "Where did you pick them up." Clarisse asked, nodding her head in the direction of the Party Ponies.

    "We did not pick them up." Tyson said.

    "They picked us up. They rescued us from Luke. It was kind of impressive." Slightly smiling, Percy told her about what had happened on the Princess Andromeda.

    "Luke got taken out by a carton move, twice." Grover laughed. "If it hadn't been life or death, it could have been funny."

    "It sounds like it."

    Tyson chucked as of thinking of the memory almost fondly.

    "We are ready." Chiron walked over to his campers.

    "Alright, let's do this." Percy drew Riptide as they crossed into Camp Half-Blood.

June of Doom Day 2: "Who Did This to You?" (Alt Promt)

Fandom: The Clone Wars

Summary: After a fight, Obi-wan goes to talk to Cody.

    "Can I come in?" Obi-wan asked Cody.

    Cody looked at Obi-wan. He seemed shaken and looked like he had been in a fight. His lip was bleeding, he had a colorful bruise on the side of his face, and his arms were wrapped around his stomach as if it hurt. "Come in."

    Slowly, Obi-wan walked in the room. Sitting on Cody's bed, he sighed.

    "Who did this to you?" Cody walked over to his bedside table and grabbed a tissue.

    Hesitantly, the Jedi started to speak. "Anakin did."

    "What?" Cody hadn't meant to ask.

    "Anakin, did."

    The clone walked over to Obi-wan and sat beside him. Gently pressing the tissue against his bleeding lip. "What happened?"

    Moving Cody's hand so he could speak, Obi-wan told him what happened.

    "It was an argument. Anakin gets angry faster than he used to. I think the war changed him. He's always been somewhat angry, it's just how he is. I've tried to help him, but I'm not sure anyone can."

    "Are you okay?"

    "I'm okay. I know Anakin will come find me to apologize. I'm okay."

"Does this happen often?" Cody asked quietly.

"No. We argue but we hardly fight."

"Let me see your side."

Sighing, Obi-wan moved his arms. Carefully, Cody moved the Jedi's clothing out of the way. A colorful bruise had started to form. It was a mix of dark purple, red, and yellow.

The clone stood after readjusting Obi-wan's clothing. He walked over to his bedside table and opened the top drawer. Grabbing a bottle of Tylenol, Cody shook two of the pills into his hand. "Here." After he handed the man the medicine, he grabbed the glass of water on the table and passed it to him.

"Thank you."

"Of course. Stay as long as you need."

After taking the medicine, Obi-wan laid down on the bed. Cody didn't like how normal this seemed to his general. While shaken, he didn't seem surprised.

Laying down beside Obi-wan, Cody knew he would watch the two close. After all, he couldn't stand to see people he cared about hurt.

June of Doom Day 4: Punishment

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Summary: After a night at 79s, Obi-wan and Cody are on their way back to the Jedi Temple when Maul Kidnaps the two.

Next part here: (at some point)

    The memory of the evening was blurry. He had been near 79s, a popular bar among the clones, on Coruscant with his commander. The two had brought drinks for each other, trying to warsh away some of the terror of war.

    It had been late when they wrapped up their night. The sky was as dark as it would be. Some 212th troopers talked to some Coruscant Guard members by the bars entrance.

    The two lovers where around five minutes away from the bar when Obi-wan felt it; the looming presence  of an old enemy. "Cody dear" he began, "something's not right."

    "What wrong?"

    "It's-" then strong hands pulled Obi-wan back into an alley.

    "Obi-wan!" Cody tried to get to him. Before he could reach him, the world went dark.

    The first thing Obi-wan noticed waking up was just how cold the floor Obi-wan sat up. His hands were chains to the wall. Across from him, just barely out of reach, laid Cody. The clones hands were also chained to the wall. Slowly, he sat up as well.

    "Cody?"

    Concern grew on Cody face. "Obi-wan? What's going on?"

    "I'm not sure." On instinct, Obi-wan went to grab his lightsaber. His hands were pulled back by the chains.

    The two listened as metal footsteps grew lower.

    "Maul." Obi-wan whispered. Fear flooded his mind. Looking over at Cody, he sighed. "It will be okay."

    Cody nodded.

    "I thought you would be more careful" Maul scowled.

    "Hello Maul."

    "You took everything from me." Maul started to walk around the room. "I told you I would take everything from you."

    "Maul, I believe we are even. Please, stop this. It's not good for either of us. Please, move on."

    "You destroyed me!" He yelled, walking quickly over to Obi-wan.

    "I'm sorry."

    Maul kneeled down to the man and grabbed his face. "Lier!" Harshly, he shoved Obi-wan back into the wall.

    "Obi-wan" Cody said, panicked. Maul looked at the clone.

    "Just look at me" Obi-wan's voice shook. "Leave him out of this. Please, leave him alone."

    "You care to deeply, Jedi."

    "Cody has done nothing to you."

    "He loves you. He allows you to be happy. That is what he has done to me. That is what I will kill him for."

    Obi-wan's eyes glanced over to Cody. He looked frightened. Squirming, the man tried to remove the chains from his wrist. "It's okay" he whispered. "I'm okay." But Obi-wan knew he wasn't okay. Even if he was, he wasn't going to be for much longer.

    Standing, Maul slowly walked towards Cody.

    "Please, don't hurt him! I'm the one who hurt you, take me! You want us to be even, take my legs, kill me!"

    Cody had never seen Obi-wan like that. The sith just laughed.

    "It's okay."

    "No" Obi-wan whispered. "I'm so sorry." The man's hands had started to bleed from the repeated pressure that were forced upon them as Obi-wan tried to free himself.

    There was nothing he could do to stop Maul from hurting Cody. There was nothing he could do as he repeatedly hit him, blood spilling from every new wound.

    This was his punishment. Obi-wan wanted it to be just his burden, but instead, the people who were close to him were punished for loving him. Had the Jedi known this would have been his future, he would have made sure to kill Maul. Even if it meant he had to go to the deepest pit of hell to kill him.

    Finally, Maul kneeled down to Cody and shoved his cold hand to his face, holding him. Forcing Cody to look him in the eyes, he pressed his nails into his skin.

The look in Cody's eyes that Maul was meant with, was not one of fear, but one of anger. He eyed his crying lover and his gaze softened for just a moment. When Maul jurked his head, Cody spit in his face. Angered, the sith shoved Cody into the floor. Then he stood.

"Cody" Obi-wan whispered.

    As Maul walked away, Obi-wan fought against his chains. "Cody!"

    Maul chuckled as he walked. He disappeared as he turned the corner in the hall.

    "Cody. I'm so sorry. Please, hold on." Tears fell down his face.

"I'm" Cody hissed as he tried to sit up, "okay."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't ha- I'm sorry." Obi-wan cried.

Giving up on sitting up, Cody laid down. Trying to smile, he looked over to Obi-wan, "It's, not your fault."

"He's trying to get to me."

"Obi-wan" Cody said, his voice just above a whisper. "We'll be okay."

"I'm not worried about me."

"I'll be fine."

The two looked at each other.

Still fighting against his chains, Obi-wan sighed. "I love you" he whispered.

"I love you too." Now they just needed to figure out how to escape.