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Thank you!!! It's perfect 😈🖤

Can I please request a whumpee help hostage? Knife to throat would be lovely 🖤😇

Knife to the throat IS lovely 😌👀 yessss

CW: Knives, Blood, Interrogation, Threats, Captivity, Cutting of throat (non-fatal)

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"I don't know why you're making this so hard for yourself, Whumpee..."

The glistening blade of the knife slithered down the length of their arm. Whumpee could feel it's razor sharp edge carving into them as it trailied across twitching skin, gliding over rivers of blue veins. Unforgiving, tight straps fastened them in place to the chair - Whumpee flinched, twising and bucking in a desperate bid to edge away in panic, huffing rapidly through their nostrils and clenching their fists against the binds.

"It's so simple... there doesn't have to be all this pain, you know?" It sounded almost consoling, comforting with their hushed voice, were it not for the weapon being brandished across their body - the threat abundantly obvious.

Until a streak of viscous red trickled down their forearm, stinging from the swift slice and hissing through clenched teeth. The once shimmering silver of the blade now tarnished, dripping garnet red with their blood.

"I just want Caretaker's location, that's all. Just a few words. Just their address."

Just betray the one person you trust, is what they meant.

Those 'few words' would send their whole world spiralling - losing Caretaker wasn't on the table. Whumper was grasping frantically at straws and they knew it: Whumpee wasn't one to buckle - they'd take that information to the grave if that's what it took.

"Do your worst...", Whumpee grimaced, eyes locked in a deathly stare with Whumper to call their bluff.

"How kind of you to offer!"

"I'll never-"

Their words died suddenly in their throat when the knife swiftly flourished towards their neck, their throat bobbing harshly against the blade as they spoke - cutting into them with a startled whine.

"Now, now... I wouldn't talk if I were you... Not unless the next words out of your mouth is going to be Caretakers whereabouts?", Whumper quizzed with a knowing smirk, slightly applying pressure to the blade, pressing further into Whumpee's windpipe with a choke

"Are you about to tell me their whereabouts? You going to be a smart boy, for me?"

Whumpee gulped, feeling the knife bounce against them and sheepishly, slightly shook their head in refusal, careful and weary of the blade threatening to split into their neck. Whumper eyed them up and down, the paralysing tension in their body and straining against the straps, resisting the natural urge to flinch away.

"No matter. They'll come soon enough. When they learn that precious Whumpee has landed in the wrong hands." Whumper begins dragging the knife painstaking slow across Whumpee's throat, feeling the skin part and pry open and blood rushing and spilling down in its wake. Whumpee squealed out, snatching their head away only for it to dig in further and slash them.

"See! Look what you've done!", Whumper bellows infuriated, gesturing to Whumpee trembling beneath them - wheezing, gurgled breaths and weeping. With a dissatisfied sigh, Whumper pulls out their phone and snaps a quick photo of whumpee swimming in their own blood.

"They'll come crawling with their tail between their legs, soon enough. Until then... I quite enjoy seeing you squirm beneath me".

Whumper twizzled the knife around their fingers, admiring the reflection of light shining against it.

And then suddenly plunging it straight towards Whumpee's abdomen.

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Drabble taglist: @sparrowsage @whumpsday (Just let me know whether to add or remove <333)

songs. melancholic ballads, frisky folk songs, rhythmic shanties. they're something that keep people going. they're something that signify that there's still some hope left.

so the guard is taken aback when the prisoner starts to sing.

they've been here for so long, glaring from behind the bars silently, why the sudden act of defiance after all this time?

the guard looks at the prisoner – they're huddled in the corner of the cell, fiddling with the chains involuntarily. a sliver of pity finds way into the guard's coarse heart.

poor thing must've finally started losing it.

#2 - Traitor

[Villain] started to tremble when [Supervillain] approached them. God, the plan had gone so horribly wrong… They should have never even thought about helping [Hero] to overthrow their nemesis! It was a huge miscalculation from the start.

And now they were the one to pay for it.

[Villain] couldn’t suppress a shiver when [Supervillain] started speaking.

“So…”, their voice was calm, bored almost.

“My inferiors are getting cheeky again, huh? Don’t you remember the last time I had to end one of your little revolts?” [Supervillain] was not bothering to look at [Villain], who did their best to hide the quivering.

They remembered damn well. The only difference was that they stood on the winners’ side back then.

“Tell me…”, [Supervillain] started pacing around them with leisurely steps, “What made you think, it would be different this time?”

[Villain] did not dare to look up. They felt the bile rising in their throat. Their hands started to shake.

Even though they did not see [Supervillain], [Villain] felt the derisive grin that formed on their captors’ features as they saw the physical impact of their words.

When [Supervillain] talked again, their voice had turned into a low whisper, far too close to [Villains] ear. They could not avoid flinching.

“What made you think, I would have more mercy with traitors like you now than I had the last time?”

[Villains] blood turned to ice. They knew [Supervillains] ways of dealing with disloyalty. They saw enough of it in the years they had to work for them. Hadn’t they sworn it to themself back then? To never allow themself to slide in this kind of situation?

…How had they fucked that up so badly?

[Supervillain] stopped, only inches in front of their face. [Villain] lowered their eyes hastily, trying to avoid looking at their old bosses’ cold gaze.

They could hear their own heartbeat. The tremor was taking all over their body.

“Besides…”

[Villain] let out a terrified whimper as a gloved hand harshly grasped their chin, forcing them to look up.

“How does someone like you merge with such an outstanding personality like [Hero]?”

[Villains] eyes widened. How could they know about them? That had been a top-secret information. Even their own people knew nothing about their doings with [Hero]! They had done everything possible to cover the information [Supervillain] seemed to have such easy access to.

“Supporting the enemy is even worse treason than just turning against me…” The grip on their jaw got firmer. [Villain] squealed in pain. “Tell me, [Villain]”, [Supervillains] voice turned dangerously low.

“…What shall we do with a traitor?”

(#6 is for @annalisemarlene56 who sent me the very first request for this blog! Thank you so much, I hope you enjoy! 💕)

#6 - Captured

“Let go of me, you fucking bastards!!”, [Hero] snarled, struggling heavily against the firm grip of the two strangers that dragged them out of their flat.

What was happening here? Had they been found?

[Hero] glanced up towards their kidnappers. They were pushing them through the stairway without any emotion on their faces. As if things like this were part of an everyday-job. “Listen:”, they tried to reason, “I don’t have any money or rich family members to blackmail. I can barely afford my own apartment! So please let me go!!”

“We don’t care about your money.”, one of them stated bluntly. [Hero] looked at them again and noticed the really expensive-looking suits that both of their abductors wore.

Yeah, money seemed to be one of the last things these guys had to care about.

They were pushed through the door and towards a parking lot, farther away from the streets. “H-Hey…”, [Hero] began, gulping. “You don’t have to do this…You know, I have a good friend who can help you to get out of this kind of business and-”

[Hero] flinched when one of their captors pulled out a gun. “You say one more word and I’ll shoot you right here.”, they menaced and looked [Hero] dead in the eye. “You want that?”

Numbly, [Hero] shook their head, quivering hands lifted in the air. Their abductor gestured with the gun. “Move.”

After some minutes of walking, the group approached a big car in the far back. They stopped in front of the vehicle.

“Get in.”, one of the captors commanded.

[Heros] face ashened. “What?”

The lackey lifted the gun: “I said: Get in.”

Without farther protest, [Hero] obeyed. It was senseless to fight. Neither had they a weapon nor an opportunity to flee. Preparing themself for the worst, they softly opened the back door and took in a deep breath before entering the vehicle.

The first thing [Hero] noticed was the cleansiness of the obviously new car. Unintentionally, they thought about their own vehicle in which the rests of their two-weeks-ago-trip to McDonalds were still rotting on the backseats.

For a brief moment, [Hero] nearly felt amused by the comparison, but a smooth voice catapulted them back to reality:

“Please put on your seatbelt.”

They jerked around and met a face too familiar from crime reports and mugshots: [Villain].

Dressed in fancy clothing and jewellery.

…Weren’t they supposed to be in prison?

[Hero] was too baffled to understand the order, so the nationally wanted criminal repeated it for them: “Please put on your seatbelt.” [Villains] voice was polite and steady, not in any way how [Hero] imagined it.

Numbly, their fingers fumbled for the cold piece of metal on their left side, plugging it into the clip shakingly.

“Thank you, safety is important.”, [Villain] stated and turned to the driver. “Let’s go.”

[Heros] head spinned. They were getting captured. They were getting captured by one of the most delinquent individuals in the world and had no idea what to do. Even as the car started, the only thing [Hero] could do was stare at [Villain], who seemed to be the only one enjoying this situation.

“So…”, the criminals voice oozed into [Heros] mind, “First of all, let me thank you for your cooperation. I hope, my people were not too harsh to you?”

[Hero] looked at them dumbly.

What kind of sick game was this?

They tried to read anything from [Villains] smug features, but there was nothing.

[Hero] ignored their captors question. “Why am I here?”, they asked instead, trying to collect themself.

“…Are you… Are you going to kill me?”

To their surprise, [Villain] raised their eyebrows and let out a little snicker. “Kill you? Oh no.”, they laughed, “If I wanted to see you dead I wouldn’t have bothered to get you here.”

“What the hell do you want then?!”, [Hero] asked currishly. They’ve had enough of this fucking guessing game.

[Villain] just smiled and held out their hand: “To be honest: I need your help, [Hero]. You are on my radar since a fairly long time now and the powers you posess are beyond everything I have ever seen.”

[Hero] stared at them in utter disbelief.

…How did they know about their powers?

“Aw, don’t look at me like that! You know what I am talking about.”, [Villain] stated cheerfully, still extending their hand. “No false modesty!”

So, they had been found. And of all things by a varmint like [Villain]. [Hero] glanced out of the tinted window, past their captors head. They had not even tried to remember the route the car was taking. Shit.

Unimpressed by [Heros] silence, [Villain] kept looking at them with this unnerving friendlieness. When it was clear that [Hero] wouldn’t answer, [Villain] just shrugged and put down their neglected hand: “You are not good at taking compliments, huh?”

“Just tell me what you want.”

[Villains] smile grew wider. “Well...” They made a dramatic pause. “You are the key… To help me defeat [Supervillain]!”

…

What?

“Come on, a little more enthusiasm, please!”

[Hero] shook their head, face expressionless. “I won’t help you.”

What did they even think?

Strangely enough, [Villain] looked at them with a pityful sympathy. “Sorry, but I think you will.”, they said. The confident tone made [Hero] frown.

“If you know my abilities as good as you claim, you will also know, that you can’t force me to help you with your craving for power.”, [Hero] replied. They grew irritated with their captors strange serenity.

[Villain] gave them an ominous smile. There was something sinister in their eyes that [Hero] hadn’t noticed before. “I can force everybody to help me with my craving for power.”

Before [Hero] could say anything, [Villain] grabbed them by the neck and harshly pulled them towards their face. [Hero] yelped in surprise.

“You will be working for me sooner than you think, my friend.”, [Villain] murmured. “I have the resources to make you my lackey in less than a week.”

[Hero] could not surpress a shudder. “L-Let go of me!”, they hissed, turning their head away. “I won’t do this! Not for you!”

[Villain] removed their hand, leaning back into their seat. “We’ll see soon enough.”

A really bad feeling started rising in [Heros] chest. They shifted uncomfortably, forcing themself to look away from their captor.

Even though they tried to resist it, [Villains] words echoed through their head.

‘I have the resources to make you my lackey in less than a week.’

[Hero] clenched their fists.

No. They would not help them. Never.

They would be strong enough for everything [Villain] had in store for them.

Wouldn’t they?