Bite Down

Bite Down

Warnings: field med, blood, wounds, crossbow, crossbow bolt, gore, unconsciousness

Whumpee screamed as the bolt pierced the skin of their right leg. Screamed as they collapsed forward, their leg no longer able to bear their weight. And they screamed as they landed, further pushing the bolt into their leg.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker called out as they turned around to face Whumpee.

"Go....go after Whumper," Whumpee called weakly. This was bad. They knew it was bad, but they couldn't let Whumper get away. They tried to avoid jostling the bolt as they turned over. Whumpee felt nauseous as they looked as the bolt poking through their skin. Looked at the blood flowing from the wound. Looked at the injury that could cripple them. "Caretaker, just....just go."

Caretaker shook their head. "I'm not leaving you behind."

"But Whumper--"

"The rest of the team can handle it. Let me help you." Caretaker dropped to their knees next to Whumpee. "How bad is the pain?"

Whumpee swallowed against the nausea before answering. "Pretty......pretty bad." How were they going to walk out of these woods? How was the med team going to get to them.

Caretaker surveyed the wound with a cold, calculating gaze. "Can you walk?"

Whumpee shook their head. "I don't think so." The forest spun around them. Whumpee closed their eyes against the pain, against the dizziness.

"Mhmm. Thought so." Caretaker patted their pockets a moment. "Whumpee. Whumpee! Open your eyes. Are you with me?" Caretaker's voice was urgent, but soft.

Whumpee opened their eyes. "'m 'ere, Caretaker."

"I don't like this. I don't like this at all, but it's the only thing I can come up with. If I pick you up now, it's just going to jostle the bolt even more." Whumpee winced at the thought. "So I'm not going to do that." Whumpee sighed with relief. "We need to pull it out and wrap your leg. Then I can carry you."

Whumpee's mouth went dry. "There has to be something--"

"Whumpee, we are in the woods. The car is half a mile away from here. You can't walk there. You can't crawl. I can't bring the car here. This seems like the only option to me."

Whumpee nodded. "Do it."

Caretaker pulled off their belt and held it to Whumpee's mouth. "Bite down on this." They tore the bottom part of their shirt off and into strips while Whumpee put the belt in their mouth and bit down.

"Ready, Whumpee?" Caretaker's eyes softened for a moment. They didn't want to hurt Whumpee any more than Whumpee wanted to hurt them. But this was the only way.

Whumpee nodded again. They looked up at the canopy of branches above them. They couldn't watch the bolt go through their leg. Couldn't watch Caretaker work. Couldn't watch any of it. But they could watch the sky. Could watch and hope that it would be quick.

"On the count of three then." Whumpee felt Caretaker put a hand on their thigh. "One," and Caretaker pulled on the bolt. Whumpee's world whited out with pain and then they knew no more.

😭👍❤️

theatrical/comic relief/otherwise clownpilled whumpee who's last words are "alrighty folks, show's over. go home."

These are incredible and baby girl Kacchan is so cute! Look at the little toddler version of her oh my god! Definitely got that masc lesbian vibe as well I love the fact that she keeps the outfits from canon.

Fem Kacchan

Hiss

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Warnings: restraints; kidnapping; pet whump; blood; biting, defiant whumpee

Whumper surveyed their new pet as they knelt on the floor, their arms bound behind their back. Whumper was very pleased. This one was very….pretty. “Welcome, my pet.”

“Pet?” Whumpee tilted their head. “That’s a first.”

Whumper frowned. “Yes, pet. This may come as a–”

“Wait, like pet pet?”

Whumper took a slow breath. New pets always took training. This one was proving to be…difficult. “I am your master now. You will listen to me!”

Whumpee rolled their eyes. “Listening has never really been my thing.”

“Then you will learn,” Whumper sneered. They cast about for their crop. This one was testing their patience. 

“I’m assuming you would much rather a warm cuddly pet. Never had a dog. Mother abhorred all things with fur. The man who raised me, he had cats.” Whumpee continued to ramble on.

“What are you going on about, my pet?” Whumper asked as they snatched their riding crop from the desk.

Whumpee’s eyes grew wide as Whumper brought the crop close to Whumpee’s face. Whumper brought it under their chin, lifting it slightly. “I-I was just saying I don’t have much practice with pets.”

“Well, I can teach you, pet.” Whumper whispered. “You were around cats?”

“Sometimes. Not too often. My sister is allergic. But,” Whumpee’s blue eyes shined brightly as Whumper ran the crop down Whumpee’s body. “But I did have a pet once.”

Whumper cupped Whumpee’s face delicately, crop poised to strike if needed. “Oh? My pet had a pet? And tell me, pretty, what did you have?”

The blue eyes turned icy as Whumpee twisted in Whumper’s grasp. “Snakes.” Whumpee bit down on Whumper’s hand that cupped Whumpee’s face. Whumper howled and attempted to strike Whumpee with the crop, but Whumpee lunged forward, shifting Whumper off balance. 

The two of them fell into a heap on the ground, Whumpee thrashing violently as they continued to bite down on Whumper’s hand. Whumper’s pained shrieks drew the attention of their minions who flooded the room and one of the minions hooked two fingers in Whumpee’s nose forcing Whumpee to release Whumper. 

Whumper jumped up, snatched their crop and slapped Whumpee across the face. “That was a bad pet! How dare you bite your master!” They slapped Whumpee again. 

Icy blue eyes stared up at Whumper, defiant as ever. Whumpee licked the blood off their lips. Whumper’s blood. “Hiss hiss, motherfucker.”

Living Weapon Whumpee that doesn't know what to do when Caretaker rescues them.

They only know fighting, and violence, and even sometimes order people around when their handler allows them, what are they supposed to do if Caretaker doesn't need them?

Caretaker is a good person, and they have a lot of security like guards 24/7 and cameras monitoring their house, why would they need Whumpee?

They say they want to help, to make Whumpee get better; but how is Whumpee supposed to be better when they can be useful?

Caretaker doesn't need them. They are safe, and that's a good thing. Then why do they feel so impotent?

If only Caretaker needed them. Or if they lacked guards, then at least Whumpee could be of some use. But no.

They are useless, and when Caretaker sees that, they are going to get rid of Whumpee.

Aaaand fuck you- it's good, it's accurate, but fuck you /pos

Content warning: ableism

Autistic whumpee things

Whumpee starts off barely verbal. Whumper wants to chat so they punish whumpee until they can spit out lines like "how was your day" "I'm fine how are you"

Whumper figures out that loud noise hurts whumpee, and they now start torture sessions with a harsh clap just to get that first flinch

Alternatively they could use light, touch, or also UNDER STIMULATION depending on whumpee's issues

Whumpee picking up on whumper's routines and analyzing their mood based on their patterns

Autistics tend to be visual thinkers. This means it could be easier for them to figure out the layout of the house based on sounds and where they're at. Escape attempts?

Whumpee being rational despite starting to go insane, making whumper think it's not working. Autistics are information-based thinkers so we often aren't even tuned into our feelings

On that note, whumper getting irritated that they can't provoke strong reactions at times

Whumpee being punished for not understanding something whumper told them to do

Executive dysfunction making whumpee just freeze when they're told to do something, cue punishment

Whumper getting their kicks on how "stupid" whumpee is, seeing how far it goes by testing their verbal comprehension

Changing up routine or forcing whumpee to speak and mask just to watch them meltdown

Using their autistic traits to show how "you could never cope without me, you need me"

"poor social reject, only I can truly understand you"