Traumatized Whumpee - Tumblr Posts

Rewrote this <3 this time with caretaker pov

Conditioning, self harm, hurt/comfort, flashbacks, object whumpee, past nsfw/noncon [implied], blackmail, creepy whumper, whumpee x caretaker

they/them pronouns only- masc terms used

Caretaker grabbed the spoon and stirred the meat sauce again, inhaling the garlicy aromas. Spaghetti was whumpee's favorite, and they'd been depressed again lately. They couldn't stand to see Whumpee so sad.

Their heart stopped as they heard a muffled sob. "Whumpee," they called. "Are you alright?"

No response.

Caretaker set the spoon on the counter and rushed to the living room. Whumpee was curled up on the couch, trembling.

"Whumpee?" They tried again softly, crouching to be below Whumpee.

"Master..?" Whumpee rasped, looking up at them with red eyes. "Master, do- do you need anything?"

"Oh, heavens, no... I'm not master." Caretaker reached forward and cupped their cheeks. Whumpee's teary doe-eyes could've broken Caretaker's heart. Whumpee sniffled once more.

"S-sir?" Whumpee's voice was small and fearful.

"No, baby," Caretaker whispered, brushing a tear of whumpee's cheek with their thumb.

Whumpee sobbed once more, closing their eyes. "Da-"

"Whumpee," Caretaker interrupted, getting goosebumps. They never asked details of Whumpee's torture, but their stomach dropped as they guessed what Whumpee was trying to say. "Just- just Caretaker, okay?"

Whumpee nodded, and for a second Caretaker thought they saw releif in their eyes.

This wasn't the first time that Whumpee had been like this. They had been thrown into episodes before. It made Caretaker want to break Whumper's neck.

"C-caretaker," Whumpee spoke slowly, "do you need anything?"

Caretaker hesitated, analyzing the sad, hopeful look on Whumpee's face. They knew that Whumpee had been used as a servant - no, object- for Whumper. The last time they were like this, the only thing that had pulled them out of it was being given a task.

"Would you like to help with dinner?"

Whumpee frowned. "Would I like to?"

Caretaker sighed, holding one of Whumpee's hands firmly. They hated doing this, but knew it was the only way to get Whumpee back to normal.

"Whumpee." They forced themself to be stern. "Come make dinner with me." Please.

Whumpee nodded instantly, wiping their tears. "Yes, si- Caretaker."

Caretaker was trying not to cry as they helped Whumpee up. They led them to the kitchen, squeezing their hand occasionally.

"Were having spaghetti, your favorite." Caretaker walked them over to the stove.

For a split second, they saw excitement spark in Whumpee's eyes before they melted back into their neutral expression. Caretaker's had to take a deep breath, looking up so they didn't cry.

"I have a job for you, alright?" Caretaker rested their hand on whumpee's back, urging them forward. "Il'l stir the meat and you stir the noodles. How's that sound?"

Whumpee nodded eagerly. "Yes, I can."

Caretaker felt their phone buzz in their pocket. "Oh- I'm getting a call. Stir those for me, kay?"

"Yep!" Whumpee called as Caretaker headed out the back door.

They grabbed their phone, checking the name at the top-

Whumper

Caretaker felt rage burn in their chest, answering the call with shaking hands.

"Hello, Caretaker? How's my pet doing?" Whumper's voice purred smoothly through the speaker.

"What the fuck do you want? Don't you think you've done enough?" Caretaker couldn't help the waver in their voice.

"Watch it, dear," Whumper hummed. "You haven't made your payment this month."

"Like hell I haven't," Caretaker hissed. "I paid you the two thousand, as we agreed."

"Price has gone up. Doubled, actually." Caretaker could practically see Whumper's grin.

"I can't afford double," Caretaker cried, tensing up. "You can't do this!"

"Oh, but I can. Unless you'd like my friends to come pay Whumpee a visit?"

Caretaker paused. They thought they heard something inside the house, but chose to ignore it for the moment. "I'll have your money in two weeks. Don't hurt them."

"Next week." Whumper said firmly. "Got it?"

"I can't, I don't have the money-"

"Its settled, then. Ill have my dear little pet back tomorrow. Ooh, Ill get their cage and their shock collar out tonight! Maybe some cuffs for the bed, eh?"

"Don't- you can't-" Caretaker's heart raced. They couldn't let this sick freak get their hands on Whumpee. Not again. "Fine. I'll get the money."

"What a shame," Whumper sighed, "I suppose... Tell Whumpee I said hi!"

Caretaker hung up, resting their head in their hands. How can I afford this?

They got up, opening the door. "Hey, Whumpe, I-"

They walked in on Whumpee, who had their hand submerged in the boiling water. Their free hand was over their mouth, muffling their sobs and screams.

"Whumpee!" They cried, grabbing them by their non-submerged wrist and dragging them back.

"No!" Whumpee screeched, pulling the pot off the stove with them. It crashed to the ground, sending boiling water and noodles all over the tiles.

"Whumpee, your hand!" Caretaker gasped, pulling whumpee tight to their chest. They held whumpee's wrist out in the air, wincing at the sight.

Their skin was all bright red, and large white blisters were already forming.

"Whumpee, Whumpee," Caretaker held them tight, trying to keep the horror from their voice. Whumpee was still screaming- in pain, in fear, in shock- Caretaker couldn't tell. "Listen to me- are you there? Stop fighting, ill make you better."

Whumpee cried more, thrashing so violently that Caretaker couldn't keep a good hold on them. Whumpee pulled away, backing into the corner and curling up.

"Dont hurt me please- Im sorry, I didnt mean to ruin dinner..." They shielded themself, trembling.

"No, whumpee! You aren't in trouble... you're okay, I promise." Caretaker spoke softly, reaching out slowly. "Whumper isn't here, this is Caretaker."

Whumpee looked up, then finally leaned forward towards Caretaker. They picked Whumpee up and brought them to the sink, holding them by the wrist. Whumpee still shook, but stopped thrashing around in Caretaker's arms. Carefully, Caretaker held their hand under some lukewarm water.

"Mm- it hurts-" they whispered, tucking their head against Caretaker's neck.

"Its okay... shhh, love." They murmured into Whumpee's ear. They brought Whumpee's hand away from the water and carried them to the bathroom.

"Lets get this bandaged up, alright? You're gonna be okay."

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Whumpee was curled up against Caretaker, their bandaged hand held close to their chest. Caretaker played with their hair absentmindedly while they used their other hand to spoonfeed them spaghetti-o's.

Whumpee opened their mouth as the spoon hit their lips, taking the noodles gratefully.

Caretaker sighed. "You look so calm... i know spaghetti-o's aren't as good as regular spaghetti, but its the best we got, eh?"

Whumpee giggled quietly, licking their lips. "They taste delicious, don't worry. Thank you for pulling me out of that..."

"Of course... I'm sure your hand will heal up soon." Caretaker looked down at the bandages nervously. "Ill get them changed twice a day for you, alright?"

Whumpee smiled, stretching their neck up. "Can i have more spaghet- hmph-" they cut off as Caretaker fed them another spoonfull. "Mmm- thank you."

"Anything for you."