Pet POV (pt 11): Kicking The Puppy

pet POV (pt 11): Kicking the puppy

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IF YOU HIT “X+C” IT SHUTS OFF EVERY GIF ON YOUR DASH

EVERY SINGLE ONE TURNS TO A LITTLE GREY BOX WITH A LOCK

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TUMBLR HAS MADE ITSELF SAFE FOR EPILEPTICS

PASS IT ON

cw // bad caretaker, implied future recapture

Caretaker touches Whumpee's shoulder. Wrong move. Whumpee takes a step back, expression detached-- trying to be detached-- dark eyes flicking from the ground to the empty air behind Caretaker's head.

"We saved you," Caretaker tries for some calming confidence in their tone.

Whumpee shakes their head, barely mumbling, "No."

Caretaker steps forward, closing the gap and then some, "[Whumpee], I don't think you understand what's happening."

Whumpee ducks their face away from Caretaker's far too insistent, far too close frowning, opting to scan the room with dulled apprehension...

Despite their stone face, Whumpee's shaking-- that's obvious now.

Caretaker backs off, pushing away any sour feelings of embarrassment. There isn't much left to assess about this situation. Whumpee isn't in the mental space to see reason... Caretaker will have to ask Teammate to watch the door while they're away.

"Look, I'm gonna come back with some food."

Whumpee doesn't look up, instead, giving an involuntary huff through the nose.

Caretaker reaches for that calming, ever-so-patient confidence again, "[Whumpee], you're safe. You're gonna be okay. We saved you from [them]."

The air in the room becomes an uncaring vacuum in the split-second it takes for Whumpee to meet Caretaker's gaze...

"No," Whumpee speaks with a quiet surety that makes Caretaker's blood run cold, "You didn't."

MY ENGLISH TEACHER'S LETTING ME WRITE WHUMP ABOUT A SERIAL KILLER FOR THE FINAL YIPPEEEEE!!!!!!

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